The amplifiers growled, the lights came up and the soul of Zachariah's Red-Eye Saloon stepped out from the wings to greet its extended family. The assembled jumped to their feet and the celebration began.Like Brigadoon emerging from the misty moors, it was as if no time had passed. Unlike the mythical Scottish hamlet, however, this Reunion was real, present and undeniably alive.
KintlaLake Blog can't, of course, convey the sounds of that night. And rather than resorting to a dry account of the performances in the style of a music critic, I'll offer what I can -- images that I had the pleasure of capturing.
Photographs preserve what words could not -- instants of focus, joy, enduring friendship and the spirit that unites players and audience.In a spontaneous burst of laughter, we see the ecstasy of a daughter sharing the stage with her father. Harmonizing at a shared microphone, two grown men display a bond nurtured over three decades.
The music was spectacular, by the way. You'll just have to take my word for that.
As I write this, it's been 60 hours since the Reunion stage went silent. After an unseasonably warm weekend, winter has returned to central Ohio and light snow is falling outside my window. The Zachariah's family has gone back to everyday jobs and everyday lives.
Until next year, then.
