Emmylou

On Sunday, I half-notice an advert for Emmylou Harris and Rodney Crowell, performing at Symphony Hall in May. By Wednesday  I’ve got my act together, cut out the ad, and tried to get tickets. Far, far too late. All the real Emmylou fans dropped everything on Sunday to make sure they were there, so it’s only fair that they get to see her and I don’t. I shall take the lazy fogey route, buy the album and enjoy them both at home. Nobody else in my family agrees, but for me there’s not much that beats a quality country and western duet (Jones and Wynette, Parsons and Harris, Earle  and de Ment…I could go on.)