From: owner-little-wings-digest@smoe.org (little-wings-digest) To: little-wings-digest@smoe.org Subject: little-wings-digest V3 #30 Reply-To: little-wings@smoe.org Sender: owner-little-wings-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-little-wings-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk little-wings-digest Saturday, April 28 2001 Volume 03 : Number 030 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: Carleton College show tonight [PoetDreamerDog ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 10:13:07 -0400 From: PoetDreamerDog Subject: Re: Carleton College show tonight At 03:05 PM 4/26/01 -0400, you wrote: >Anyone on the list going to Kris's show tonight? I know at least one >person out there is, and just curious if there are any others... Yep, I was there, I had to be in Minneapolis this weekend on business (from my home in NYC) so I arrived early and headed down to Northfield ("City of Colleges, Cows and Contentment") to catch Kris at The Cave ("the nation's oldest college-owned pub") at Carleton College. No cover, no admission, and beer in a bottle for 75 cents -- those students at Carleton certainly had it good last night! Outside, the temperature was warm, the sky was clear, the stars were bright, the moon was a shining sliver in the sky. Inside the Cave, there were 75 to 100 people, mostly students, and they were attentive and appreciative. The woman behind the counter said they were excited to have someone from the East Coast performing; a student trio sang a few songs (Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell) for the opener; one of the trio introduced KD and said she had seen her perform live at ten performances. As for me, it was my first live KD performance and she was, in a word, sublime. Here's the set list: Open Road Garden Rose North Dakota Marylou Damn Love Song Cluck Old Hen Gravity Little Wings - --------------------- Break - --------------------- Moscow Song Yellow Brick Road Broken White Line Red Herring Weatherman Somewhere Trouble Don't Go Sleeping Dogs World Gives You Wings Honeyed Out Encore: Lullaby (?, starts out "sleep little soldier boy") I did get a chance to talk to her during the set, and gushed a few rather inarticulate words of praise and admiration. Tonight, she'll be playing in a suburb of Minneapolis, 12 miles from where I'm staying, but it looks like I won't be finished with my other obligations in time to make that show. Doug P.S. When you reply to messages on this list, you must manually readdress them to little-wings@smoe.org or else they just go to the original sender, not to the entire list. There might be a little more discussion going on here if people remembered to do that instead of automatically hitting the reply and send buttons.... ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2001 18:59:10 -0500 From: "the folk boy" Subject: Little Wings lyrics i transcribed these for a friend so i thought i'd post them on here :) This is one of my favorites and goes to show just how great of a songwriter Kris really is :) ~tim Today I went flying In my favorite patch of sky I circled and I circled Above the world so high And I thought to myself What a lovely lovely thing To be up here with the clouds To be flying right out loud On little wings, little wings, little wings, little wings And I met a 7-47 And he knocked me right out of the sky And then he landed down beside me And then he looked me in the eye and said, "I don't know why you even bother. I don't know why you even try. I don't where you hope to get to. I don't know how you hope to fly On those little wings, little wings, little wings, little wings." I don't want to be a jet airliner I just want to be a little bird I don't want to rip the skies wide open I just want my song to be heard I don't want to be state-of-the-art No, I don't want to get there over night I just want to be part of all this beauty I want to be part of all this flight On my little wings, little wings, little wings, little wings I'll never be a flea in your circus I'll never be a prop up on your stage I'll never be one little songbird You try to keep inside that cage You'll never tell me where to fly now You'll never tell me when to sing If I end up lost and on my own I'll know I got there on my own Little wings, little wings, little wings, little wings You can fly with little wings I guess you get to reap what you sew I guess it gets lonely at the top I guess it gets harder and harder Never really know just when to stop ------------------------------ End of little-wings-digest V3 #30 *********************************