Las Vegas, NV
May 20, 2020
Garrison Keillor hits Las Vegas with a new solo show!
April 18, 2020
Garrison Keillor comes to the Rochester Civic Theatre for a night of stories, songs, poetry, and humor. Tickets $50 and up
February 19, 2020
Garrison Keillor with Heather Masse at the Dakota. Night 2 of 2. Tickets $30+
February 18, 2020
Garrison Keillor with Heather Masse at the Dakota. Night 1 of 2. Tickets $30+
One benefit of pandemic lockdown is the irrelevance of the calendar and another is the discovery of interactive electronics, as for example when I tuned into Morning Prayer on Zoom and there I was with other parishioners in little boxes and I was asked to read from the 15th chapter of John, a shock since I was lurking in my pajamas, unshaven, holding a cup of coffee and looking for milk to put in it. So I Googled the chapter and read it, where Jesus commands, “Love one another as I have loved you.” And another benefit of lockdown is that you feel that commandment in your heart. I didn’t feel lovable myself but I do love the two I’m locked up with and friends I talk to and the Upper West Side of Manhattan at 7 pm every day when everyone sticks their heads out and whoops and claps and beats on pans.
Somewhere in my teen years I learned a song that went:
When you’re all dressed up with noplace to go,
Life seems weary, dreary and slow.
Oh how my heart has bled for the times I’ve said
When I’d no place to go unless I went back to bed….
It’s been a long hard life and whenever I go
To that faroff land where the violets grow,
There’ll be a big white stone and written below:
He was all dressed up with noplace to go.
But we did go someplace yesterday, a number of them, in fact. Morning Prayer, and then there was the Met Opera gala which streamed online, opera stars performing into laptops in their own homes in Wales, Sweden, Vienna, New York, Chicago, all over, which was glorious and strange, big voices in small rooms. I recorded a reminiscence with the Prairie Home cast of Fred, Tim, and Sue. We three watched a house concert live-streamed from Brooklyn, Aoife O’Donovan and her husband Eric and his brother Colin, which was beautiful.
Somehow, the performing arts need to revive from this pandemic and revive soon. Their absence only goes to show their necessity. The love of art lifts us all out of the pale ordinary. It is liberating of the spirit. We are not defined by the jobs we work at or by our age or by social class. I don’t deny that there is a class structure but when I go to the Met and see “Marriage of Figaro” we are all united, the janitor and the barista and the big shot. And remember the best seats in the house (for music) are the cheapest. When you walk out of a great show, you feel a love of your fellow humans just as Jesus commanded — it may only last for a few hundred feet until someone steals your cab or you miss the uptown C train by five seconds, but you do feel that love. I come from the Midwest where we hesitate to express that love, but we still feel it. Sports is about formalized hostility and the arts performance is about celebration of humanity. Be beautiful. Rise and shine. God bless you and yours and your coffee.