It may sound like a consolation prize, but it was anything but. The Husband and I joined with good friends last evening to see the magnificent Mr. Paxton once again. We figure that we have had this pleasure at least 10 times now, and it never seems to get old for us. At 71, Tom has not lost much of the edginess that makes him a folk favourite, nor has his ability to weave a tale abandoned him. He played the cozy Hugh's Room here in Toronto, along with a phenomenal local musician named Ken Whiteley. The result was pure poetry. While I didn't have the nerve to video any part of the evening, Tom was more than gracious in allowing still photography. The vintage 1966 album cover that you see at the end of the slideshow was purchased by my friend at a vinyl record store (sounds almost prehistoric!) in Greenwich Village very apropos for a Paxton album find. Tom was charming when asked to sign the album, joking with my friend and asking him if he still owned a turntable on which to play the treasure. My friend said that he did, but that this record was far too valuable in his mind to play, and that it was going up in a frame on his wall. Tom did mention the concert in NYC this Sunday in honour of Pete's 90th. I think that my friend was right-I should have brought a birthday card for him to deliver to the master. I think that he actually might have done it. Enjoy.