The Concert
As promised...I'm not much of a concert go-er. I didn't attend my first concert until my senior year of high school, and then it was my all-time favorite band (see, I've always had a thing for Bryan/Brians). My kids have already beat my record by attending their first concert at 14 and 12, respectfully. (Well, considering all the skanking and moshing, probably not so respectfully.) And most of the concerts I ever attended were the free ones in college. It's not that I don't enjoy music, 'cause you know I do, it's just I just never really got into that concert-going-including-spending-so-much-money scene. That all being said, I do enjoy a good concert, don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed many concerts on the ol' TiVo. I guess I like the crowd scene better when I'm watching.
But when you're favorite Americana artist, best gal, singer of some of your couple songs (both the romantic, and the hot), and all around great songwriter and performer comes to town, wait, not just to town, but to the beautiful Rococo you just can't miss a night like that!
Of course, I'm talking about the concert, a mere 20 days ago (again, sorry for the slow posting), the Lucinda Williams concert on the first of July (remember back then, when it wasn't quite this hot?).
The concert was phenomenal. She played her hits, and a lot of new stuff. A Lot. Plus, John Doe opened for her, and came out to sing on one of her songs. He's quite a rocker!
In addition to the great music, it was fun to people-watch. There was one guy, who stood out when we were still waiting to get in, he was loudly annoyed that the line had moved into the street, and yelled to the crowd to move to the sidewalk. I chuckled at him as the line started to move, 'a little too fussy' I thought as we went inside.
We were assigned to the balcony, and got into the second row, and skooched to the center, great, great seats overall, (though my silly short legs gave me fits by not reaching to the floor). Second row always means being behind someone else, and guess who was right in front of us? Move-to-the-sidewalk-guy! I decided to keep a positive attitude, he might be fun to watch, and he was no disappointment! This guy put his feet on the railing so his knees were up close to his body, so he could put his fingers in his ears and rest his elbows on his knees during the music! HUH? Um, Guy? You go to a concert to HEAR the music, why the hell are you putting your fingers in your ears?? OK, so he must have sensitive ears, so stay the frik home, dude! I enjoyed people-watching him, he'd sit normal when there was no music, or on a very quiet part, but when it got noisy, he'd jump into position and do the plug! I realized that my naughty self couldn't just let him be, and I plotted, and waited until the clapping at one point had started to quiet enough that he released his digits, and then I let out my I-love-loud-concerts whoop, after I leaned forward just a bit. I know, I'm terrible.
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