I went to two concerts in the last two weeks, both with Friend #2, because she rocks.
Cowboy Mouth Concert
Friend #2, aka Hot Mom, is a big Cowboy Mouth fan from way back. When her intended date bailed on her at the last minute I was glad to step in.
We stood right against the stage, close enough she could tuck her drink in between two amps. I found myself nose to knee with Matt, the guitarist who was on the bus during our ill-fated trip to Chicken Itza. Of course, I had to avoid eye contact somehow, so I focused on his fretwork. He must have been playing the guitar since he was born. So impressive when you can see it close up.
Lyle Lovett Concert
A week later my friend found herself with two extra free tickets to the VIP box at the Lyle Lovett concert. I said, "You had me at VIP." I've never had the VIP experience at the Peabody Opera House. (I know they changed the name to Stifel Theatre. I'm going to go back to calling it the Kiel Opera House until it gets a name it can stick with for more than ten years. I had just changed to Peabody, you bastards.)
The VIP experience involved valet parking, loge seats, and tasty wee foodlets in the lounge. There was also a musician playing. Evidently if you are playing inches in front of me I can't make eye contact, but if you are all the way across a sparsely populated lounge I have to come over and wave. The musician was nice enough to smile at me whenever he saw me after that. It seems if you're playing music for me it seems wrong to nibble on asparagus and treat you like Muzak.
We downed our drinks, got to our seats and ten minutes later Lyle was singing to us about Choking His Chicken All Night Long. I had done some research on Lyle before the concert, since all I know about his music is that he was married to Julia Roberts. I found a song about how he was going to take a pony out on a boat and I did not do any further lyric research after that. Of course, after the concert I tried to find the lyrics for the chicken choking song, but it seems that is a set piece he has not put on an album as of yet.
Both very lovely evenings. I'm looking forward to the rest of the year, when we have Steven Page and Squirrel Nut zippers concerts at a new venue in town, and then we see Kathy Griffin in October and Patton Oswalt in December (at, of all places, the Saint Charles Family Arena, home to every red state political event of the last four years).