Let those words pour over you and then sink into all your nooks and crannies. Lyle Lovett is molasses. His singing gets right to my core. His music or passion or storytelling reaches my soul.
Don’t tell me that all you know about Lyle is that he was married to Julia Roberts. And I’m sure the divorce was her fault or her short sightedness or something equally repugnant. And to be friends, we must agree that she was lucky to have him and not the other way around. (My cousins were extras on the movie Pelican Brief filmed in New Orleans. And Julia made these poor souls carry around umbrellas everywhere so she wouldn’t get hot. It was August in New Orleans. It was hot. So right there, I have proof. Julia isn’t all she’s cracked up to be. Straight from my cousins mouth to your ears.) I loved Julia in Steel Magnolias, too but that isn’t the point.
The point is that at 60 years old in the Atlanta Symphony Hall with his Large Band, Lyle Lovett lit up the place. He danced sublimely with Francine Reed and hinted at political dissonance by singing his songs about South of the border. He lets his ankles turn in ever so awkwardly and coyly. My heart melts all over his cowboy boots.
He embodies what makes me proud of the South. That voice. The modern cut of his suit pants making me wonder how in the world he got his cowboy boots on underneath there. Dreaming of being a cowgirl right along side of him. Riding on a horse on a boat– better than Pippi Longstocking herself. Unable to stop myself from feeling the blues and swinging or bopping to his deep drawl. Tears gush as he croons about his love knowing all about him in Nobody knows me Like my Baby. Feeling grief and despair and coming right back up again to feel community and goodness wrapped up in fried chicken. He loves Texas and makes his home come to life. He can profess an undying love and have a girl in every port in the next minute and yet he is undeniably charming. And I loved him.
For me- Lyle is right up there with Obama. Well, Obama still comes in first but if I was to make anyone a sandwich on a lazy Saturday morning it would be for either Lyle Or Barak.