Cowboy Junkies: Great performance, Melancholy wife

I was, am and probably will always be a fan of the Cowboy Junkies.  So my very thoughtful husband secured tickets for us and probably expected a romantic evening with a happy, grateful wife.  Instead he got melancholy and nostalgia.

My first exposure to this band was in the apartment of a friend (I think his name was Troy).  I was celebrating my first Halloween in California and he planned this night of sushi, real haunted house visits and tarot card readings.  We ended the evening with cocktails while listening to The Trinity Sessions, a cassette I left with. Don't know what ever happened to Troy but I still have that cassette.

That Christmas I reconnected with my to be husband.  We listened to the tape on the way to my best friend's house for New Year's.  I was immediately in love and saw nothing but hope and happiness.  Not sure if it was the fabulous memories or if the music was that good, but my husband and I have been fans ever since.

Fast forward to last week.  We get to Babeville and the crowd looks old.  Comments about passing out AARP cards at the door are made.  Hmm.  Instead of dancing in the aisles, fans had cell phones turned tot the Sabres game.   So the crowd seems less than young, it doesn't matter because I am sure Margo Timmins must be that same wiry, energetic genius that I idolized.

She slowly walks on stage with a cup of tea and a sweater.  As she starts to sing, I start to realize that I am not 23, nor am I the work-a-holic livin it up in CA, nor am I the obsessed love interest of a med student.  After beautifully performing my favorite song "Misguided Angel", she mentions that she is turning 50 in January. What happen to the past twenty years.

My eyes well up with tears.   I am lucky to be sitting next to that obsessed love interest and to have twenty years of invaluable memories.  So why cant I stop crying?