Sunday night and I was there, at Bush Hall in London, enjoying a New Zealand musician I've spent most of my life listening to. Teresa Walsh, my friend and hostess during these crazy beautiful days here in London, organised a most magical evening.
Tim Finn is a New Zealand icon. I decided this as I stood there enjoying his voice, his piano and guitar-playing skills, his stamina ... himself. It was hot there in Bush Hall. Really hot. But nothing mattered really.
Then he told the story of my favourite song ... Parihaka. I was rapt. He has so many songs but he performed the one I love best. It was magical.
The evening was lovely for all kinds of other reasons too. We sat next to a lovely Welsh guy at dinner, before the concert. A fan we knew ... he was wearing the tee-shirt. Then just before we headed out, a lovely Australian family sat down on the other side and we chatted. Then there was the English man I was standing next to at the concert. He'd first seen Tim perform back in the 70s.
It was a divine evening. Magical. Delicious.
You know ...
Today has been a busy day and all I had in my head was Parihaka.