It’s quarter to 8 on this clear, cold Wisconsin night. We’re supposed to be sitting in the first row of the right balcony at the Grand Theater in Wausau, listening to Glen Campbell.
But he begged off earlier today, reportedly having caught the laryngitis that’s been going around the singers and musicians with whom he travels. He played a couple of weekend shows in Branson, Missouri, then postponed Monday night’s show at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, also citing laryngitis.
So it goes.
The only problem is that our show has been rescheduled for Jan. 22. That’s a date I must keep open for work. It’s entirely possible that the Green Bay Packers will be hosting the NFC championship game across town on that Sunday. If so, I’ll be at work and not at the Grand, listening to Glen Campbell.
In 30-some years of going to gigs, I believe this is only the second time that I’ve been all but ready to head out to a show, only to have it postponed.
Ten years ago, I’d driven about 30 miles of a 150-mile trip to Madison when I heard on the radio that the AC/DC show to which I was headed had been postponed. Those were the days before Twitter and texting, of course.
That AC/DC show was made up 10 days later, on a day that worked better for me than the original date.
No such luck with Glen Campbell. Guess we’ll just listen to this Paul Westerberg song we might have heard him sing tonight.
“Ghost On The Canvas,” Glen Campbell, from “Ghost On The Canvas,” 2011.