Saturday, May 29, 2010
Remember how I told y'all that I'd been invited to the Brooks and Dunn concert last night as a Road Trips and Guitar Picks blogger? And that I'd be part of a group that'd sit in on a private, live, acoustic concert with opener Jason Aldean backstage before the show? And that I might get to shake Jason's hand? Or, at least, get to look at him from less than 20 feet away?
Well, guess what - last night, at Tulsa's BOK Center, it actually happened.
(highly entertaining groupie photo after the jump)
And, yes, I was wearing a Bump It. Special occasions call for special measures.
And lots and lots of hair spray.
As for that concert, Jason played an acoustic version of this:
And it made my husband want to buy a tractor. Right away.
As if he didn't want to do that before. I have a hard enough time convincing that man, who was raised in rural Arkansas, that he doesn't need a riding lawn mower to take care of our 1/8-acre plot. Now I'll spend my weekend explaining to him that, in our case, not only would a tractor be total and complete overkill, but that we have no room to build a barn in which to store such equipment.
He'll be okay, though. Especially since he found out our next door neighbors decided recently to raise chickens. He's feeling more and more in his element these days.
I made sure to sign the tour poster while I was at the Aldean concert - you know, for posterity (my apologies in advance for the smartphone photography; no "real" cameras were allowed backstage):
After the set Jason opened things up for a little Q and A. Since it wouldn't have been appropriate as the first question out of the box, I waited to ask the question that was on everyone's minds - the question that had our small audience itching for answers - second.
"So, Jason," I said after he answered the first question - something about how electrifying it is to play to a sold-out arena or something - when he called on me, "which do you prefer - boxers, or briefs?"
His answer? Boxers. But, not when he performs. If you've ever seen any country artist in concert, you know that those cowboy jeans don't exactly allow for a lot of breathing room - or boxer room, for that matter. So, last night, it was briefs.
You're welcome, ladies. I'm here to serve.
Jason rocked the Brooks and Dunn opener, too. Lots of charm, lots of energy and even more big, green tractor.
Sorry again for the smartphone photography. Even if I'd had one of my more legit cameras, I'm still clueless when it comes to how to shoot concert photos. It's wise to leave these things to the experts (and here).
Have I said lately that I love my job as a blogger? Because I do.
I really, really do. Thanks, all of you, who humor me in this crazy-ass endeavor.