When was the last time I went to a rock concert? Oh about ten years ago. When was the ONLY time I ever went to a rock concert? Oh about ten years ago. Unfortunately I am a total music nerd when it comes to anything more wild than “I Feel Pretty” from “West Side Story”. Its not that I don’t like rock music. I just don’t really listen to it.
The concert I went to ten years ago? A Billy Joel concert. I went with some co-workers (yeah! When I actually used to work and be a responsible citizen). My boss had bought the tickets and she seemed relatively smart. So you can imagine my surprise the night of the concert. We get to the very large venue. We walk in on the main floor. I kind of expect to keep walking…you know…somewhere deep into the same zip code as the Piano Man’s piano? But no, we walked one row. That was it. That was where sat. The very last row of this massive venue. Was I upset at spending almost $50 for seats in the very last row?
But I guess you have to look at the bright side of things, if there was ever a fire during the concert, like from some stray pyrotechnic thingies, I would have been safe, since the freakin’ EXIT was like 2 feet behind our seats. But as far as seeing the stage, lets just say, Billy Joel was about 1/10″ tall and its a good thing there were large video screens otherwise I could have just listened to one of his CDs in my car, for free.
Last night? Much-h-h-h-h-h better. Who did I see? Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello, thanks to the uber awesome http://BlueMeany@diaryland.com who is home on leave from Iraq and was kind enough to include me in her concert going plans.
You so nice Meany!
Naturally the best part was getting to visit with Meany once again. Its always good to see her home…and more importantly safe. And I even got to meet her family when I went over for a yummy home-made pizza by Meany-Mom before the show. It was really delicious. No really!
We had really great seats off to the left of the stage. We were really surrounded by some characters though. Like the lovey dovey couple in front of me. The guy talked throughout Elvis Costello’s set to his girlfriend. And then he swung his arm around the back of her, poking me between the knees with his elbow. You don’t get to do that unless we’re dating buddy. So I started keeping beat with Elvis’ awesome guitar playing and mashing the hell out of his hand with my knees until he finally got the message. Yay me! And then some 6 ft. 5″ doofus (think Chewbucca) decided to stand up at the beginning of Bob Dylan’s set and block the entire stage. Like WTF? Your Cloak of Invisibility isn’t working, dude! So we all quickly started yelling at him to sit down, but since tall people aren’t always so bright (not much oxygen up there), it almost came down to using weapontry. My favorite though was this middle aged woman, who after the intermission, was just doing a little secret Me and Bob Dylan Dance all by herself. She was writhing around, doing strange things with her arms and looking like she might have been tripping out from some pharmaceuticals.
Rock concerts are neat!!!!
But we were there for the music and we got two and a half hours of solid entertainment. Wow! Elvis was great on his guitar. And how could you not get chills and almost cry when Bob Dylan sang one of his iconic tunes from the 60s, “Like a Rolling Stone” for his encore? You could just feel the energy and immense joy from the audience spilling out over the stage.
Thanks, BlueMeany. It was a wonderful night.