A slight show but worth the effort because Martha Wainwright sang two enchanting songs. Two few. We were desperate for more.
You know that I love and have always loved the McGarrigle’s.
Of course there are extraordinary similarities between Martha and her mother Kate McGarrigle. Joan, Joe, Jake and I sat there entranced by her great beauty and talent.
Dinner before show at Indochine, still a bit anxious about eating anything that may poison me. I am on the don’t get poisoned diet.
Briefly… Justin Bond. Look, I don’t mean to be a bitch but when you are sharing a stage with a hugely talented person like Martha it can only serves to highlight ones own limitations.
I know that some people think that Justin deserves some sort of divine glorification before his eventual gay sainthood… but I am not one of them.
He’s a decent performer but he is neither a great singer nor actor. What does he have going for him? He is simply an all round nice guy.
Maybe that’s enough?
A saint is always someone through whom we catch a glimpse of what God is like — and of what we are called to be. Only God ‘makes’ saints, of course.