If you've followed The Bent for a year or more, or scanned through Musicians in Performance, you know how I feel about Tuck & Patti. A year ago I wrote about Tuck, the guitarist, but it was Patti who provided the context. In Tuck's words,
"When we are playing together, I play almost exclusively for Patti. It is as if nothing else exists. I have come to the conclusion that by doing so, I am properly playing for God and for the audience."
The result, for the audience, is transcendent. We are no longer in a night club, no longer watching a performance. We are with this man and woman, seeing into their hearts, feeling our own, basking in the glow of the love they share with each other, with God, and with us. They bring it to us.
"Heaven Down Here"
This morning my friend Hank, The County Clerk, wrote a warm remembrance for his friend Wendell Burgess. Wendell was a gardener. Or as he preferred to be called, a "yardener." Hank is also a man of the dirt. He hopes, for his friend's sake, folks "yarden" in heaven. Certainly, Wendell's seeds, humor, advice, and wisdom have already been cultivated in Hank's garden, and they will continue to bloom in Hank's heart, and garden, wherever he may plant them. Wendell may be "yardening" in heaven, but, like Tuck & Patti, he's already brought some heaven down here.
Tuck & Patti return to Seattle November 14-16 - a little bit of heaven at the end of an alley. Share their love.