Last night Jo Henley played at Hill Country, a totally kick-ass BBQ joint in the heart of Manhattan. It was our first time there. Hill Country is a huge two-floor, Texas-inspired restaurant with a large stage downstairs, amazing food (so I was told--I don't eat before I sing anymore), the kindest staff, great sound, and an attentive crowd that's out to have a good time. Suffice to say, we LOVED Hill Country, and Hill Country LOVED us back, and so we'll be back there regularly from now on. Seriously, one of the best JH gigs ever, and I truly mean that.
During our third set, a young woman came to the front of the stage from a long table full of people and waved me toward her. I leaned down, and she proceeded to tell me it was her friend's 22nd birthday and could we dedicate a song to her? I said of course we could. She thanked me, and as she was about to return to her table, she paused and said her friend's name was Christine.
The song we were just about to play before that girl came to the stage was "Promised Paradise." It's about my grandmother's passing, which was two years ago to the day last night, and I was going to dedicate the song to my grandma. She meant the world to me.
We joked and made up a silly impromptu song on the spot for the birthday girl, then played her a real song. They all seemed to eat it up and thought it was the greatest thing.
A few songs later, toward the end of our third set, just before midnight, we played "Promised Paradise." I never said anything aloud to anyone about the occasion, but in my head, and my heart, I dedicated it to my grandmother.
The reason for telling this story, you ask? My grandma's name was Christine, too.
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