Usually I take Sundays pretty easy, but a couple of weeks ago (Sunday the 5th), we hooked up with our friends Zach and Londa. Oddly, we have built up a tradition of going to see the singer David Wilcox whenever he comes to town. He was in town in Westlake, a western suburb of Cleveland, about 45 minutes away. Zach was kind enough to drive, so we piled into Zach’s car, and away we went.

It was a pleasant enough trip – lots of talk about CVCA (not surprisingly with three CVCA employees in the car), and we got caught up on Londa’s job as well (she is a proofreader for a Christian publishing company). We made it to Westlake Methodist Church (where the concert was being held) with time to spare. We grabbed a pew in the second row, and we waited the half hour or so for the concert to start.

I love folk music. David Wilcox wandered around the church briefly before the concert. He appeared to have guests there, which makes sense since he is from Ohio, so they could have been family. Once the concert started, we were only about 20 feet from David. I have to give LOTS of credit to Westlake Methodist – I don’t know if I have ever been in a better acoustic space. Both the guitar and lyrics came through richly and fully – it was great. David did a number of his more spiritual songs, but he also sprinkled in a few others as well (including “Captain Wanker” and “Rusty Old American Dream.”). It was a very good concert, and I believe it is the third David Wilcox concert that I have seen with Zach.

After the concert, the audience was invited to the church basement for snacks. David was there, selling CDs and signing them. I had some cookies, and then waited around to tell David thank you for his music. I had to wait a fair while, as the man in front of me was a guitar nerd and was asking David a lot of questions about his guitar and his tunings. That was okay. I thanked David, and the man next to David (whom I took to be David’s engineer) offered me some of his sushi. Did I mention I love folk music (but not sushi)? The man even later offered sushi to everyone that was still around in the basement. It was a fine evening.