I discovered Kate and Anna McGarrigale's album The Dancer with Bruised Knees at a public library. I about 14. I guess 14 because I had started taking French and so was intrigued that some songs were in French. I took the album out many times. I did not have a cassette tape recorder, only a record player. Remember those? I loved that album. Much of my angst was tied up in it. And released by it.
Last weekend, my partner's sister was over and we were said about Kate McGarrigale's passing. I combed through our CDs sure we had several. We had only one, Kate and Anna McGarrigale. My partner and I both liked her music. And the music of her family. We used to go to their concerts in New York. We watched Rufus and Martha Wainright, Kate's children, grow up and mature every year. It was nice. Low key. Fun. Concerts of family with magical voices.
I'll miss seeing Kate in concert. I need to to buy some more of her still beautiful music.