On Sunday evenings, usually the first Sunday of every month, my good friend organises a folk and acoustic concert in Pieterlen, CH. He and his wife hand-pick artists who are known in that world of music and invite them to a small concert hall in the Haus zum Himmel community centre. Folk in Heaven, as the monthly concert series is called, is the most relaxing way to end a weekend. Incredible live music in an intimate setting with Swiss chocolate? You can't go wrong.
This Sunday, though not the first of the month, was marked by a special concert organised for American country singer and songwriter Hugh Moffatt.
He's a gentle man, you can tell by his eyes, and one who has a good soul, you can tell by his song lyrics. There's something that touched my heartstrings when he sang because, I'll admit, I blinked back tears and stifled sniffles through a few of his songs. I don't know what it was that triggered that emotion - the words he chose, the delivery of said words or the feelings expressed as he sang. ("Jack and Lucy" just about tore my heart in two.) And I know for a fact that I wasn't the only one with a quivering bottom lip...
Following a standing ovation, only the second ever for Folk in Heaven, Mr Moffatt came back on stage to perform another song he'd never sung to a paying audience before. Thanking the organisers of the event for bringing music lovers from around the country together and recognising audience members involved in cultivating the country music scene in Switzerland, Mr Moffatt said: "It gets right to heart of things - we have more similarities than we do differences."
Tears in my eyes, hands sore from clapping and a sort of warm twang in my heart...that's how I left Heaven on Sunday.