The last time I saw Terri Hendrix and Lloyd Maines at my favorite live music spot in CC (House of Rock!), it was the ultimate geek-out experience – due in part because I had an opportunity to speak with her before the show. We gabbed about music, how it made us feel, what artists we were excited about at the moment. I got to tell her how meaningful her songs were to me. She even played a specific song that I mentioned in our chat and called out my name when she sang it.
Yes, I was in fan-girl heaven! Aaaand I had a little too much to drink. Aaaaand I got a little too gushy in Terri and Lloyd’s exalted presence at the end of the show. Aaaaand I learned that one must eat breakfast, lunch and/or dinner when enjoying some great live music with a few cold brewskies.
But I did have enough of a presence of mind to buy a few copies of Spiritual Kind, one of her albums that I had not bought yet. I love to buy a few extra CDs and pass them around to friends who haven’t heard this dynamic duo.
The next day, in my hungover stupor, I wanted to send an email to Ms. Hendrix, thanking her for the honor of speaking to her and Lloyd and apologizing for – well, being just a little too much of a fan the night before.
But that email went unset. Because as life tends to do, the next day knocked me on my ass.
My father-in-law died a little after lunch time the day after the last time I saw Terri. I will always remember cursing myself for being hungover as I raced to the ER. I will always remember the short time span of feeling excessively thrilled to incredibly lost and morose.
My father-in-law was a man who was loved by his family and friends. He was also man who was respected in our community. Very quickly, my husband and I experienced what it is like to have gushing fans of our loved one take over our lives. Our cell phones and Facebook pages were on fire with condolences and stories and well-wishes and telling us what we already knew… that we had been related to a great and wonderful man. We were grateful and appreciative of the out-pouring. It helped me forgive myself for being overly-gushy to Terri and Lloyd.
Somewhere in the fog of planning a funeral and gathering our family together to bear each other up, I loaded that new Terri CD into my iTunes, downloaded it on my player and listened to her and Lloyd soothe my soul around town. While running errands, Terri gave me the greatest gift when a fan-girl is immersed in sorrow: a peppy song with lyrics that send a shot of hope, love and goodness straight to her weary heart.
Once again, you had a hand in saving me from a total meltdown. Thank you, Terri and Lloyd. Very much.
Oh, and for the record and very publicly stated, I want this song played at my funeral… which is hopefully many years away. But if it’s not, life’s a song that we are all singing and it starts all over again.
Don’t forget to catch Terri and Lloyd on June 16 at House of Rock!
Tickets are available at House of Rock, Disc Go Round & our online box office.