Last night I went to a private event for the Women’s Funding Alliance. We were feasted by Seattle celebrity chefs (including Becky Selengut–who created the insanely fabulous food for our 20th anniversary celebration three years ago). The food was superb. The wine flowed freely.
Brandi Carlile sat at the table next to ours. Later, when someone bid an astronomical sum (five figures) for a request, she played Leonard Cohen’s ‘Hallelujah’. Just her and a piano, in touching distance. It’s a powerful piece–love, lust, longing, loss–and was a favourite of my little sister, Helena. Hearing it unexpectedly, live, by someone who really knew what she was doing, made me weep right there at the table.
There was a moment, as she figured out the range and first few chords (she normally does this song on the guitar), when I could have locked it all down and listened with a perfectly poised and pleasant expression. But then I remembered the point of the evening, which was to raise funds for women and girls who need help. And, oh, Helena had needed help. I had tried to give it, but she died anyway. So I let art do what it does, let it tear through the polite and careful curtain of my public persona, and wept.
At the end I was offered a tissue by an older woman who smiled and waved away my thanks. “When art moves you, what else can you do?” (Thanks, Carrie.)
But I’ll be giving to WFA and other organisations who help women and girls. And perhaps next time you see a woman or girl, homeless or hungry or otherwise in need, you will too.
Beautiful. Humanity. Last night, Suzanne Vega made me cry, concluding her musical mostly-monologue as Carson McCullers, an author I revered as a teen, “seeing” Carson, and the end of the musical was the end of her life, I was momentarily a lost struggling gay teen and a middle aged woman.
Leanne, it's so important that we let ourselves feel these things. I'm glad you did.
It's a beautiful heart-wrenching song. I just listened to her live version online. She does it justice.
And now you've made me cry. But ah hell, sometimes it's good to cry. Good you didn't hold back.
That's a great story, but I confess to skimming at the beginning of it and was surprised that Belinda Carlisle was 1) in Seattle and 2) did that song justice.
James, yeah, that would be surprising :)
Well, I wasn't going to mention it, but that version on the album would be a lot better without the symphony I thought. But I could imagine her alone with a piano roughing it out….
The WFA looks like a great group.
Jennifer, I hadn't heard of them til recently, but, yes, they are an astonishing group of women and doing great work.
Funny how music can sneak past all the guards.
Thanks for sharing that moment.
Elaine, it was my pleasure.
How nice. Brandi's (great?) grandmother Marie was one of my tai chi students, my favorite perhaps. It was a great loss when Marie became ill and died suddenly, right after her 90th birthday. She used to tell me stories of she and her husband traveling around Oklahoma and Texas and then Washington state with their own Western band.
chadao, wow, it's a small world.