Easter Friday could have been spent curled up with a tea and a few chocolate Easter eggs, following the ice storm that took over most of our roads. The roads were icy; the barns were covered in ice, along with the car needed to head to Hamilton. Chores took longer than anticipated due to the layers of ice over everything and the humming and hawing over whether it was safe for the horses to go out on the skating rink or stay in. It only took 6 karate kicks to the chicken coop door to break the ice and get in. It could have been worse I suppose.
A crowd, waiting in long lines (to do something as simple as go pee!) and loud screaming is not my preference. I was exhausted and the option of tea and a good book were mighty tempting, but tickets were purchased, friends were waiting to be picked up and well, I was excited to hear him in concert for the first time and just spend time with a few good friends. I never tire from listening to country lyrics and was extremely happy to find out Brett Kissel opened with a few songs. More so, my favourite part of the concert was before Garth even came out, when one of his and Trisha Yearwood’s back-up singers came out and sang a handful of her songs, while explaining the lyrics. Song writing makes me curious and leaves me wanting to know more about every lyric and she, Karyn Rochelle, explained her thoughts and purpose behind the songs she had written and that is my favourite part of the music industry- the songwriters. Clearly, I am making myself sound old, but the thought of sitting in a small pub and listening to an artist sing their songs with a single guitar is much more appealing to me than loud concerts, even if it is Garth Brooks performing! With all that being said, he truly is an incredible entertainer and I have always been a fan of his old stuff. I was amazed at his ability to just come out during his encore and point to people in the crowd holding up posters with song titles and start singing. Near the end of his performance, Garth’s lyrics rang in my head “I’m much too young to feel this damn old...” and I sang along and grinned to myself, as that is exactly how I was feeling. Five years ago I might have been one of those individuals behind me spilling beer on people in front of them (me) and singing louder than Garth himself. Most of the concert was spent listening to them scream, but in all fairness they were there to have a good time and so was I – we just obviously have fun in different ways! My post Garth Brooks breakfast was almost as good as the concert itself and I craved it the entire way home. BLTs and eggs. Yum! As I enjoy coffee and breakfast and check emails and Facebook, it seems as though the entire province attended this concert and enjoyed themselves, as screaming fans and smiling faces fill the news feed. A great start to a long weekend!
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Pete Bunnik
3/27/2016 12:04:53 pm
How come the hungry neighbours on the farm across the road were not invited for breakfast????
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