Well, for those of you who came out on Saturday to Summerfest – thank you.  And I’m sorry.

If you missed it, let’s just say the first 15 minutes of the set were fabulous.  My band for the day, a duo I like to call The Gypsy Bloodsmen, were dead on, the crowd was all energy and smiles, and for once I had a sound guy who actually paid attention during sound check.  It was great.

And then the blue sky turned black, rain started pouring down in waves, and lightning surrounded us.  The show was cut.  Almost an hour later, at 4:15 (when my set was supposed to have been wrapping up), the clouds parted and all was blue and sunny again.

Therefore I have decided that God did not want me to play my kickass new song at Summerfest.  I don’t know why, it’s awesome and there were even going to be backup singers.  But there it is.

Luckily, the next day’s Best of Chick Singer Night show went well, and I’ve got a show coming up at Turner Hall in Milwaukee that everyone who missed Summerfest (or had to run for cover) can attend instead.  The Bloodsmen are going to play again, and Missy Higgins is headlining, so how can you say no?

(Bonus points to anyone who can identify the reference to “Gypsy Bloodsmen”)