It was the night of country music. I have always had a love for country music: the ineluctable grasp of the twang and guitar strumming tunes that touches the country boy's soul. It must have to do with the love of beer, women, and the great outdoors.
Jason Aldean and company came to town Friday night. It was a concert that I will never forget. It was an adventure to say the least. As five of my friends ventured into the standing pit, we were excited to be so close to the action (being able to touch the stage). In the mist of the occasional foofaraw from the drunks surrounding us, we were able to enjoy the show.
As I stood amongst the crowd, I took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. The lights revivified the stage in rejuvenating colors of red, white, manganese violet, and other colors of the rainbow, showing off the stage with the hue that fit the song being sung. The crowd behind us on their feet doing that country thing, holding beer in the air, dancing, and singing along. Each heart touched by that one personal favorite.
As the concert came to the end, our ears were anesthetized from the overabundance of sound waves. We left with smiles on our faces; a good time had by all.
"I have always had a love ... " that is great stuff, my friend
ReplyDeleteLast Sunday night I had that same feeling after a concert with Adam and Michael, that bitter-sweet ringing in your ear