Friday night, Sis asks me if i want to go to the Tim McGraw / Kenny Chesney concert, since she has an extra ticket .
Country music, and lots of it.
Think about that for a minute.
She obviously had, and thought enough to appeal to my liver’s good work ethic.
A bunch of my friends will be tailgating early, and there will be plenty of beer there.
That’s all she had to say. Well, that and the fact that I’ve always had a thing for the “country chicks”. In fact back in my clubbing days, I tried, more than once, to talk my fellow samurai into going to a country bar, just for the “country chicks”. Besides, a country concert was something totally new for me. And since the same old stuff hasn’t worked too well for me lately…
I had a great time, much better that I could’ve hoped for. Sis’s friends were cool – very welcoming, and there were plenty of sights for my sore eyes. As for the concert itself, there’s something to be said about the live performance experience. The music is a little more raw and there’s an energy in being part of a live audience that even a concert film or a live CD cannot capture. I suppose it’s not unlike an actor preferring live theater over TV or movies, if that makes any sense.
Today is my Son’s first day of kindergarten. It hurts like hell no being there for it. The first day of school is on a short lists of “firsts” that a person looks forward to when they learn that they are going to become a parent. I will never be able to get this moment back and that angers me. I spoke to him last night, but it’s not the same. More on this later, I’m sure…