A Face Only A Mother (And Millions Of Fans) Could Love

I didn’t find a rotating restaurant in Cincinnati (not that I looked very hard), however 2 of my recent wishes came true, and some others I didn’t know I had at our next stop, Chicago.

1) I found a place that made fruit smoothies. I got hooked on Booster Juices when we were rehearsing in Vancouver and had been craving one recently with no satisfaction until then.

2) I did manage to rise to great heights by going to the top of the John Hancock Observatory before soundcheck. It was a gorgeous day, which made for a spectacular view by which to finish my smoothie.

Even my own mother said she thinks Sarah and I look alike. Given that fact, I always try to offset Sarah in a complimentary way with my onstage attire. The previous few show nights we had managed that effect without consulting one another but in Chicago we were a little too much in sync! A few minutes before the show, Sarah and I stepped out of our dressing rooms into the hallway at the same time, took one look at each other and started laughing. We were dressed in very nearly identical outfits: black top, blue jeans and black boots. We had both even put our hair up the same way, which both of us rarely do for shows. Our lovely on-tour yoga instructor Sharon Tron was there and snapped a photo of us pointing at each other. Needless to say I went back in the dressing room to quickly change my top and take my hair down.

After that show we had a backstage surprise: Butterfly’s guitarist Sean Kelly also plays in a Neil Diamond tribute band. The man who plays “Neil” was there to serenade us for a private concert of Neil Diamond requests. He looked and sounded very much like the real thing. They played whatever was called out: Solitary Man, Sweet Caroline, America, I Am I Said, Forever In Blue Jeans, Song Sung Blue... for some reason that night there were gigantic tins of caramel corn in our dressing rooms and one of those tins looked pretty funny adorning the coffee table in front of Sean and “Neil” as they entertained us from a big leather couch surrounded by red curtains. I was about to clamour for Jerusalem or Love On The Rocks when we were summoned for the drive to St. Louis.

This evening in Milwaukee I wrote a new song and photographed a great fireworks display from my 19th floor hotel room. Not a bad night.

Six more days and I’ll get to see my husband, who is meeting me in Calgary and will stay with me until the end of this leg in Vancouver on September 10 to take me home for a few weeks. Sweet...

xo KR

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