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Monte Pittman Boston Live (complete videos)

August 13, 2011

The Troubadour Cometh – Monte Pittman to Boston

July 17, 2011

by Xena

In a rural setting, gracious hosts and a large gathering of travelers are enjoying refreshments at the inn when a troubadour from afar arrives at the door.  “I’ve come a very long way, I am thirsty and hungry.  I will gladly sing and play for you in exchange for a beverage and some food.”

The hosts looked him over. He was modestly attired, jaunty stocking cap, worn boots, stringed instrument slung over one shoulder, case in his hand.  He came prepared.  His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight and his rosy cheeked charm in that soft, slow drawl of his speech won them over.  In his accent they detected that southwestern, relaxed cadence.

“We have lots of food to share, please take this beer to sooth your dry throat while we walk over to the barn where we have more room and chairs for the others who want to join us.  We would love to hear you sing and play.”

 As they sauntered through the trampled grass up a slight hill, chicks cheeped, chickens rustled off the path and the curious goats approached. The inn was full that day with around eighty visitors, some of whom had traveled great distances to get there. They came with food and drink to share and chairs for comfort.

Turned out to be a busy day in the barn with another, local musician who played first to the delight of all who were gathered, as some were unfamiliar with Charlie’s music, voice and charm.  He made many fans that day!

Then our affable troubadour took the front of the room, as the sun sinking in the sky shot beams through the glass and lit the stage area.  With a brick backdrop, wood floors, high beamed roof with skylights, the sound and visual stage was set.  The audience quickly settled as the artist introduced himself as Monte, originally from Texas, residing in far off California, thanked hosts and guests and the audience relaxed with a laugh, but as he began to play, they fell as if under a spell.  A field mouse scurrying across the floor would have interrupted the reverential and concentrated silence while they listened to the first song.

When the song ended, the audience erupted in applause and cheers, effectively frightening off any mice in the vicinity and into the waiting clutches of the two pet cats.  It was quite obvious there was a warm flow of energy between Monte and the audience, relaxed and familiar.  This continued throughout his performance although “familiar” doesn’t seem to be the right word. It is much more intimate than “performance” when the player is encircled by the listeners, almost within reach.

After attending a few acoustic shows recently, in different venues with different music, I have found a particular feeling overwhelms me at some point. It took a while but I realized it felt like church.  Quiet, head bowed, internal, savouring each note, each strum until I feel some kind of fulfillment. It is spiritual in a quieter way, while the bigger, electronic concerts are all celebratory and hallelujah!

The way our spiritual troubadour played that day, caressing and drawing each note like an Old Master painter who pulls your eye into  his focus, so Monte brings your ear to his. No flamboyant pumped-up electric this time, but respecting the unique quality of the place, he played to it, sharing those sweet treats of his music, underplayed.  The modest cathedral to music, the exquisite guitar, the authentic voice and an audience is enthralled.

The troubadour was generous with his time and it was obvious there was nowhere he would rather be for those few hours than in this lovely space with a rapt audience.  While Juneau’s daughter’s wonderful videos capture Monte’s performance with a steady hand and perfect vantage, close your eyes from time to time and you will feel what we did.

Monte took a few minutes to pay tribute to the youngest traveler, the one who inspired this phenomenal event.  Imagine having Monte Pittman lead a throng in singing “Happy Birthday” to you.  Her mom then whisked @Social_Glambert away in a white limousine chariot for more festivities!

Once Monte was finally satisfied, but left the audience still wanting, we said our thank you’s and departed for the main house for refreshments.  The troubadour more than earned a meal and a drink.  True to the tradition of the wandering minstrel, he spent the evening in the Red Parlor regaling a very attentive audience with news from afar – that western coastal region and anecdotes from his travels with a touring troupe of performers.  He left no question unanswered and there were plenty!

I hope we reminded people of the “what is said in Boston, remains in Boston” rule.

That room was full all evening with each chair, arm of a chair and ottoman covered and with the remaining space filled with people standing.  We hoped each guest enjoyed some time in conversation, so Juneau and I dared not enter until near the end. Besides we had time with Monte afterward and enjoyed a coffee with him in the morning, then we drove a very happy troubadour to the airport and home to his lovely family.

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Thanks to Xena’s daughter for the still photos.

We had hoped to create a unique experience our friends would cherish for a long time, we know we will.  Thanks to Juneau, her husband and daughters for so generously sharing their home with us all and @Social_Glambert for starting the whole thing.  To those who brought such an abundance of food and refreshments that the massive table groaned – we appreciate your generosity very much.

Very special and heartfelt thanks to our troubadour, Monte Pittman who made magic that afternoon on Juneau’s farm and to his team who behind the scenes, patiently worked with us to create this memorable event.

Now sit back, relax and enjoy our Troubadour in his acoustic element.

Many thanks to Juneau’s daughter for shooting, editing and posting these videos!

3 Comments leave one →
  1. August 14, 2011 10:58 am

    Great photos & videos of @Monterrific at the Boston party. Sounds awesome..! Thank you for sharing.

  2. Sydney permalink
    November 30, 2011 1:39 pm

    If I were you I would remove Monte from your blog. Adam’s real fans do not want to be reminded of this backstabber.


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