Last Friday morning, I saw on a television ad that The New Christy Minstrels were doing a 50-year-anniversary tour (hey, if the Rolling Stones can do it, why not the Christy Minstrels?) And they were going to be in Kansas, since Randy Sparks, their founder, was born in Leavenworth. One show was going to be in Newton, which is where one of their singers lives. So I told Don I wanted to go. He was less than excited. I told him I would go alone. Then he not only wasn't excited, he felt guilty.
I called my sister Katie to ask her if she wanted to go, since she, too, liked the Christy Minstrels. I knew she couldn't, but it didn't hurt to ask. Long story short, Don consented to join me, and Tuesday night, we headed to Newton. Right on time, a gray-haired Randy Sparks came onto the stage, and soon the rest of the group joined him. None of them except Randy were part of the original group, though Barry McGuire (he's the solo in the song Green Green) sometimes joins them (but not last night). Several of the singers had been with the group in the 60's; most joined it later. But their sound is the same.
I looked over at Don early in the show, and he was toe-tapping and singing along, just like the rest of us were. And he admitted that he enjoyed the show. And nostalgic me? Well, I cried during two songs, and sang along with most of the others. I know. Not cool. But I don't care. I still love The New Christy Minstrels.