scatter joy!

down on the county line…

I grew up in San Juan, Puerto Rico and Wasp-wich, Connecticut, not exactly the heartland of America.  I don’t know anything about corn fields or backwoods hunting or whose bed your boots have been under.  And yet, somehow, I’ve developed an appreciation for country music.  Say what you will, country music (done well) can be a surprisingly moving art form.  Yep, I just called country music an “art form.”

Last night, Daniela, Holly, & I drove all the way to Atlantic City to see Sugarland.  The last time I saw them, it was in a tiny venue in NYC, with general admission.  This time, they played a sold-out arena.  They’ve blown up since I saw them last, but they’ve managed to stay true to what they do best.  To me, the best performers are the ones who draw you in because they genuinely have fun onstage.  That’s exactly what they did last night.  The show was gorgeous, both musically and visually.  Their energy was infectious, and their message inspiring.