Oh the sentences muttered around yours truly.
It’s Nashville’s only amphitheater and a pretty kick ass venue.
Arriving just as the sun set, I was immediately put in my place among the riff raff at the venue. While I wasn’t important enough to be a Big Deal, I was above being a Groupie and found myself among the Blue Collar folks.
While settling in to hear Willie croon my fave song “Crazy,” (did you know Mr. Nelson wrote Patsy Cline’s biggest hit?) I was enjoying the crisp spring weather along with a Skinny Pirate. Typically at live shows, I’m on my way to losing my shit the second the first note creeps out of the speakers but at the start of Willie, I was uncharacteristically calm.
Calm that is, until my eyes spotted a t-shirt that I needed and somehow sweet talked its male owner out of (he went to his car with his girlfriend, mind you, to get another shirt).
As the evening wore on, I found myself falling in love with Willie’s unmistakable 81-year-old (yes – 81!) voice and when the encore was complete, I found myself not wanting the evening to end.
Ask and you shall receive.
One of my buddies asked if I was coming up on stage as they loaded out equipment.
I almost ran right into the Big Deal trailer park (due to the twinkling camper lights calling my name)…
…but was kindly
strong armed directed to the stage.
Being that I work in the music business, it’s never cool to show any emotion while experiencing anything out of the norm. So there I was on stage in a stolen Shotgun Willie shirt, a plastic concert bag of swag and my mouth hanging wide open.
Luckily for me, my buddies decided to throw me a bone but not before one of them uttered…
“Who let the super fan on stage?”
You can always count on me to make you look cool.