Ferron. She has us.
In one word. A review of the Ferron concert from a guest. Ferron’s gritty, husky, throaty whispers, her timing, exquisite stories and humour led us on an emotional tour. We laughed, we cried, we cheered and we sang the night away. “Harmless love, what’s the matter with harmless love”. We had that sort of love on Wednesday night at the Saturna Lodge. Like Ferron said “There are no predatory animals on Saturna.”
“It was best concert I have ever attended. I mean that. And I’ve been to a lot of concerts.”
From an experienced music-ie. He’s been around. He knows exceptional. He knew he had just felt it.
There are too many lyrics to remember. I can’t pull one up and do it justice. You need to hear them yourself. Scrumptious notions, glimpses, moments. Sometimes like the gentle clicking of knitting needles. Sometimes like fireworks.
“Aaahhh, aaahhhaaa, aaahhh.”
Not said like a word. Not an analysis or a review. After each song a woman sitting in front of me shook her head and voiced the movement she felt with simply “Aaahhh.”
The word kept coming to my mind. Ferron’s generosity filled the room. She’s not young anymore. We found Advil and got it to her in the morning. Her puffy, arthritic fingers still ached when she arrived for sound check. She doesn’t sleep much. She has printed her lyrics but with the dim light they are hard to read. But there she was in a fullness that only comes with being fully real…with it all. It was the first Ferron concert for me but I am certain she was as good as she’s ever been…perhaps better.
Then there was Norm MacPherson. Her virtuoso guitar accompaniment who has played for decades and with stars such as Burton Cummings and the Poppy Family. His brilliance makes it look and sound as if he has performed with Ferron for years.
And Robert Montgomery. He’s been a sound and light guy for the likes of David Bowie, Rush and Reba McIntyre and there he was at Saturna Lodge setting the stage and turning two musicians into a delightful, quality production.
But it wasn’t just Ferron and the others. It was the Lodge. Tex and I learned quickly when we bought it that it didn’t belong to us. Not in the usual sense of the word. We sort of belonged to it. And it sort of belonged to the island. I have long had that sense of ownership when it comes to land, place, space. It’s bigger than me. I am simply the current caretaker. The most recent custodian. The one who is responsible for it for a tiny slice of time until I pass it on to the next and the next and so on.
Ferron knocked on the door only weeks after we had first wondered what we could bring to the Lodge and what it would bring to us. She came bearing stories of previous owners. Previous efforts. Previous dreams. She came bearing ideas of what could be. She was in love with the Lodge. She has been side by side with us bringing a new contribution to this magical place.
So there we were. Wednesday night. A full house. Sharing love.
Okay. I just remembered the lyrics that have been bouncing around in my head. The ones I’ve been trying to pull up as I write this blog. I’ve got them. I have to share them with you. Not to get preachy or teachy but we all need these words these days as we struggle to wonder what to do with our crazy world. Not that we need complacency but we all need to chill out like we used to say.
Ferron’s concert gave us a moment to relax and just be with what we’ve got.
“It’s old human nature, It’s cold or it’s hot
But if it’s snowin’ in Brooklyn
You say it’s snowin’ in Brooklyn
Well if it’s snowin’ in Brooklyn
I’d say snow’s what we got.”
Getting ready to host. Sunflowers by Kevin Stewart (Vancouver)
One thought on “Ferron”
Ah Sylvia, I love your life, your perfectly imperfect life.
I may have seen Ferron, I have a memory. a flawed memory.
Back in the eighties most of my friends were lesbians, I was on the fringe, until i wasn’t for a few years. I volunteered on the crisis line for WAVAW in Duncan and fund raising for the transition house. One night I was invited to a Ferron concert in Victoria and I turned it down.
I would be trapped in a car with too many people, and what if I didn’t like the music?
I often turn things down.
But then, someone had a recording and we spent an evening drinking lots of wine, or maybe scotch while listening to Ferron’s throaty voice and wished I had gone. I always felt that I had.
How glorious to have her in your living room.
A dozen or so years ago my youngest son bought a heritage house on Durban Street in Fairfield. A friend, Jane Johnston told me that Ferron once lived in the house.
So you see, how I feel I may have seen Ferron.
thanks for the memory, I love your blogs
cheers Liz Forbes