I know. It’s a silly play on a great country album that Deana Carter produced. But it was an AWESOME album.
I love music. And I mean, LOVE it. It is one of those things in life that literally can alter your mood. It’s like natural Prozac. It helps people through the best and worst of times. It’s played at funerals and weddings, it is the greatest form of poetry that we have.
When MB surprised me with tickets to the “We Were Here” tour on Christmas I was ecstatic. I was also really excited because my sister and I bought my mother tickets to see Brad Paisley in February. That meant two concerts in a row! For music lovers it’s the next best thing aside from getting backstage. I squealed with excitement as I went through the photo album he had made from printed pictures off of the internet. They had funny captions and in the end he asked me to go with him. A close second to my “ugly cry” gift.
I’m far from an old lady. But raising 5 kids doesn’t really allow for the itch I get when I want to go to a show, get scratched.
You see, I’ve been going to concerts since I was very young. We would all head to the fair or scrape our hard-earned teenage money together to afford whatever seats we could. When I was 15 I bought 3 tickets to George Strait and me and my two best friends at the time went. They were nosebleed tickets. High in the risers. We always managed to either make it to the floor, or at times even the stage. We would rock out for hours. I attended a Tracy Byrd concert one time, and was right on the stage. He even took my hand and gave me his guitar pick. I went home, and for four days straight I couldn’t hear. I know…I know…that’s the worst on hearing, but it was one kick ass show. I loved it. Every deafening minute of it.
So now that I’m done reminiscing over all of the amazing shows I’ve been to, let’s get back to the Jason Aldean tour.
The concert was last night. We had nosebleeds. Section AA, row 11. I sat patiently, (or impatiently I suppose) waiting for the show to start. I’m a mover. I’m the one who goes home with sweat pouring off of my body and my tediously applied makeup running. I love it. I want to feel it, I want to hear it, I want to experience it. Jesus Christ, we only have ONE life! ONE.
I love social media. It’s great, don’t get me wrong. But NEVER in my life have I sat at a show and watched all of the people around me stick their faces in their giant phones DURING a performance.
Phones, and selfies…
The man next to me brought his 10 year old, know what they did? Instead of singing and dancing and getting over the moon excited? They simply passed the phone back and forth. One taking video (which we all know blows) and the other checking his email. Really? That’s living? Hell to the no. You bring your kid to a music show, you GET UP! You take their little hands and you live the hell outta that moment! It’s fun and it’s exciting!! These performers are incredible and the shows are so good!!! Why should I have to be blinded by your giant phone screen?
I sat. I wanted to get up. I wanted to scream and dance and have fun! Poor MB could feel my body opposing to all of the BORING and quiet clapping. I want to go home with NO VOICE!!! Even the smallest shows I’ve attended with no name cover bands have left me with some of the best moments in my life!!! Show these musicians some LOVE!
A Thousand Horses played first. Let me just say, what an in-effing-credible show! I mean it was like Kid Rock meets Lynrd Skynrd meets 2016!!! HOLY smokes they blew me away!!!! Again….sitting. Boring clapping. I could feel my body starting to hate me. I looked around. Nothing. The energy was suffocating for a person like me. People slurping their beer and texting and logging in to Facebook and emails.
Thomas Rhett was up next….and OH MY GOD!!!! The show was soooooooooooooo good! I mean again…in-effing-credible!!!!
Now I realize we are in the nosebleeds. But you can stand up, scream, dance…just have a great time! I’ve never, in my life, been at a concert where people just sat slurping beer and clapping as if they would rather be somewhere else.
Back to Thomas Rhett…a few start to stand up. They are the ones I salute. You people, are my kindred spirits. You sat through A Thousand Horses who were so amazing..you fought to sit still for Thomas Rhett..until you just couldn’t take it any longer…You are the people I adore and have a serious life crush on. You and me are WHY these musicians do what we love so much!
Dear 20-somethings a few rows down from us,
You probably had a flask in your handbag. Hell the guys in front of you were sloshing beer around, standing up and screaming when Jason Aldean came out! You are awesome. You didn’t care. You stood up! You screamed! You woke up this morning with no voice and a hangover, but YOU my friends had a kick ass time.
Dear 15 year old-somethings,
I know you were on the back wall. The highest possible seats in the house. Oh how I hope my sweet Erica is like you. I hope she goes to the shows and I hope she screams and yells and comes home with weeks worth of memories with her girlfriends. You, I am proud of. You let loose. You learned exactly what it’s like to see awesome musicians play awesome music and you lived EVERY SINGLE INCREDIBLE MOMENT that last night had to offer! YOU…go girls. You live your life exactly as you did last night! Those memories will last a lifetime. See as many shows as you can! Go to small shows and huge shows and everything in between!!
Dear 30-something who was two rows behind us and the fella directly behind us who tapped on MB’s shoulders to shout in the most despicable old man voice EVER,
“I can’t see!”
“Hey…hey…he can’t see!”
We are both still really confused why you kept “showing” us your beer cup. I guess out of intimidation? I’ll have to say that when MB hollered back for YOU to stand up and enjoy yourself, I snickered. You are a tiny man, sir.
I hope you both had the beer shits this morning. I hope when you went home your girls…rolled over to their side of the bed to snore, LOUDLY…and I hope they had the beer farts. ALL.NIGHT.LONG. You deserve nothing more than the nastiest smelling beer farts in the entire world.
Next time stand up. Next time maybe detach from your miserable existence and live in the moment. Life is good. And I mean…really, really, really good! I’m not sorry you couldn’t see. I fought hard the first two performances to stay in my seat. To “behave”. But never in my 25 years of loving music have I ever sat in a venue and sat in my seat and simply clapped while slurping beer in misery.
It was like being at a Branson old person’s show. (No offense to the seniors or Branson, I’m just not ready for that in my life…) What.the.f…
Dear Facebook and Smart Phone Addicts,
I get it, I do. I love my phone. I love social media. But there is this great BIG world out there that is so much better if you put the phone down and just live. You missed a great show! I hope your botched and boring and muffled recordings were great this morning! Actually, I hope they sucked. #sorrynotsorry
Dear Jason Aldean,
I’m sorry, but we left five songs in. I couldn’t SIT still. I was excited. MB and I work hard to buy things like this! I was so excited to see you perform but thanks to the dick behind us, I just couldn’t conform any longer. But, I will tell you this, on the way home I vowed to take my kids to their first concerts and let them scream and holler and come home with no voice and buzzing ear drums. Because…I’ll be damned if I don’t teach them how to live and love music like yours.
And to those boys you roll with (Thomas Rhett and A Thousand Horses) man…what an incredible opening performance they have! Thanks for making it hard to make my body be still and to “behave”.