Last night I went to see a legend in concert. Dolly Parton. I've been listening to her music since my parents played it when I was a child and I wanted to see her perform live while she is still touring and at her peak.
There were moments of magic, like when she talked about her childhood growing up in the Smoky mountains and then played My Tennessee Mountain Home against a backdrop of a photo of the family wood cabin. Her loving description of her mother, followed by a rendition of My Coat of Many Colours was really touching, only surpassed by her haunting rendition of Little Sparrow.
For me that's what she does best, telling her own unique story through her music, turning the everyday into something beautiful, poignant and inspiring.
And yet you can't talk about Dolly without mentioning her incredible sense of fun and of humour. Yep, it sure was fun.