How could I know that May would become a top-flightsongwriter and singer, fulfilling my own dream and
desire to write music. She has appeared on “A PrairieHome Companion” and at concerts and festivals all
over. I catch her acts whenever I can, but winter iswhen I see her the most, because it is not festivalseason. During summer she is often on the road andsometimes hard to even locate much less get to.Last night she was playing a small church in LakeAnn, Michigan, about 90 miles from where we live.She was doing a special benefit concert for somecommunity church work in South America. Notknowing for sure whether May would even be able toshow up, Margaret and I took a chance and headedout to give her our support.The pastor of the Advent Lutheran Church where theywere performing, Justin Grimm, was there to greet usand it is always nice to see him. Pastor Grimm is avery forward-looking individual and all of the youngMichigan musicians that I know support him. He hadthe band set up where the altar usually is, right infront of a modern wooden cross. It all fit together well.
There is no “holier than thou” feeling with Pastor
Grimm. He invited us to a small church potluck beforethe show with his congregation, which was nice.Last night May was playing piano, guitar, and singing.
It was billed as an “All May’s Songs” show, and
backing her up was her husband Seth Bernard (also awonderful songwriter and singer) on guitar, and jazzdrummer Mike Shimmin on percussion. Because she
was not well, May’s voice was more limited than usual
and could not reach the highest notes, but sheunderstood this and adjusted it accordingly. I couldhardly tell the difference because her heart was stillright there in the songs. She can raise the hair on the