Though the concert was sold out, we didn’t wait at all to get parked. Amazing. We ended up in our seats by about 7:10. The concert was scheduled to start at 7:30, but actually started at about 7:25.
The first warm-up band was The Warren Brothers. I had never heard of them, and didn’t at all care for their music. It didn’t sound country to me in any respect. I was glad that they only played for about a half hour.
After that, and while Big and Rich was setting up, we left our seats and went people-watching out in the food area. Lots and lots of people. Few and fewer beautiful people. Several people had big wet spots on their butts, presumably from sitting in wet spots on the lawn.
Big and Rich wasn’t at all impressive to me either. Their only hit, that I know of, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” they must have played, no lie, for 20 minutes. They repeated it, they added musical riffs, they got one side of the audience singing (screaming) the “Save a horse,” phrase, and the other side responding, “Ride a cowboy.” I thought after a while: “Talk about beating a dead horse… let it go already.”
Tim is such a stunningly beautiful man. All man. So masculine. All he had to do was wiggle his hips, or touch his belt, and the crowd went wild! The lighting and the “video walls” on the stage were extremely impressive. The sound system had problems in the last few songs he did, which was a little annoying. Overall, a great concert, though. Lucky Faith.
We got out of the concert in five minutes, literally; it was such a difference from our 1.5 hour wait to exit at the last concert.
Joe called while we were en route to Flex, and we agreed to meet at CCs at around midnight. Flex was all right; it was leather night, and we spent a little time talking to Walter and Bobby.
When we got to CCs, Joe was already there, and we later ran into Rob, and then most of Flex ended up there, as usual. We also ran into Adam and Van. Adam was wired. Oh to be 22. We got home at about 1:30.