After being in a sorority for four years, I swore off large groups comprised entirely of women. These days, I make one exception…The Indigo Girls.
Reader Chili T and I embarked on a journey last Friday night. A journey to the old Roxy, the new Buckhead Theater to see the Indigo Girls, who in many ways, have inspired our existence. (Now, keep in mind, Chili T and I aren’t “together,” we were just together, so take “inspired our existence” with a grain of straight salt) It was an evening of pure purity. I come away from each Indigo Girls concert thinking the same things.“Why can’t I be this passionate about other things in life?” and “This is one of the best moments of my life” also “I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!”
Many people ask me, “why do you like the Indigo Girls so much?”
Is it Amy?
Is it Emily?
Is it the indescribable feeling you get when they play/harmonize/write/jam together?
Or is it the way you go to the concert dreaming about what they might play, and they deliver over and over again?
My answer: YES.
Check out this rockin’ set list. (You might look at “Chickenman” and wonder, who is Adrian? Oh, he’s a sophomore at W whose dad manages the band. nbd.)
And here’s my personal record of the set list. Looks like I missed a few.
side bar: I used to keep these on a piece of paper in my pocket, but yet again, another reason why the iPhone is amazing–it’s great for lists, and boy (girl?) do I love lists.
Fill it up again
Heartache for everyone
Love of our lives
Power of two
Get out the map
Land of Canaan
The one that got away (Fleet of Hope)
Second time around
Let it ring–Amy
Shame on you
Chicken man into Bitterroot River back to Chickenman
(with Adrian Carter)
Closer to Fine
(with Shadowboxers and Evan McHugh)
There is so much more to say, but I’ll leave you with this image from the concert. As always, the Girls say it best.