Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Saw this man in concert last night. Leo Kottke. He’s one of my earliest musical heroes and still going strong at 67, but he’s also hilarious. As he tunes up for each number, he wanders through tales from his past or philosophical wonderments that keep the crowd in stitches, always delivered in his granular baritone that he once described as “geese farts.” But this is the man who sings “Pamela Brown” and “Corrina Corrina,” and his voice is perfect for them.
I think I first saw him when I was 18, then again when I was about 33. Now I’m 56, and this time was the best. I know much more about the guitar than I did in those earlier days, so I could appreciate his technique and skill better, but more than that, I’m aware now of the beauty there is in a continuous thread that runs through our lives. It is more than a nostalgic pleasure. Each such thread is part of the fabric of identity.