Good Ol' Gary

Well, I met good ol' Garrison Keiller tonight. He sat in our rehearsal to listen to his arrangements for the afore mentioned concert. It was interesting... ok. I won't try and be tactful, because let's face it, it's not one of my strong suits. Garrison was all business and nothing but. He never smiled, AT ALL. One would think with the humorous lyrics, and the general demeanor of the ensemble that a person couldn't help but smile. Not the case tonight for Gar-Gar.

His lyrics have a light-hearted (clean) wit about them that just makes you chuckle. From "Black is the Color of My Loves Toast" to the "Thanksgiving Song" with the choir's words of thanks. It's a refreshing change from the usual KDWB/MTV pop songs that surround you (and frankly cause deafness) in every store. Maybe it's my old age showing through again...

There are posters for advertising (or the back seat of my car) for each show that we do. I had never seen a photo of Garrison Keiller (yes, I feel the need to call him by his full name), so I checked out the mysterious radio personality. I noticed in the poster that he was rather harsh looking, which is the opposite of his grandfather-like voice. I also couldn't help but notice his footwear, but before I made it down to the shoes that undoubtedly serve an orthopedic purpose, his RED socks hit my eyes like a glaucoma test. Red?! But he's wearing all neutral colors, and he doesn't work at Target! Well friends, tonight, Mr. Garrison Keiller also wore the same RED socks. I also want to say he had the same clothes on as he did in the poster, but I don't want to be too presumptuous. His RED socks were taking the stage. It was just too much... I stared. I couldn't help it. Does he only own RED socks? Does he have an affinity for having RED on his feet? What's with the Red I ask you. Did I not get the memo that RED socks are now in?