So… The Other Sister came up with another feature for my blog in which I write about all of the concerts I go to. She suggested I take a picture of all of the stickies I collect and then blog about the show. It’s official now, it’s a new segment.
A little background: I almost called the Other Sister’s husband the Ticket-master instead of Jamie Starr – frankly it’s still up in the air. Why? Because he’s our hook up. If any of us want to see a show, we check with him first.
Anyways, Thursday he called up (I assume-he could have just asked her while I was sleeping) the Other Sister and asked if I would be interested in going to a Lenny Kravitz concert. I said I would totally be interested. Mind you, I’ll go to just about any concert/show because I thoroughly enjoy watching people perform. I truly was interested in seeing him though. Sidenote- I always feel bad going to shows and not knowing any/all of the words. Or worse yet, a few select words from the chorus of the artist’s most popular song.
I had gone thrifting earlier, and I had no idea what day the concert was or at what time. When I found out it was that day, and that we had to leave in a few hours, I had to rush to do a bunch of things. I threw on my ‘concert skirt’ (I’ve worn this skirt to 2 or 3 concerts), my black heels, and grabbed everything I could possibly stuff into my purse and then some. We (Me, Other Sister, Photographer, and Lil’ Ruffneck) piled into the car (because i’m still learning to drive) and headed out to meet Jamie Starr. I then got into the car with him and we drove to the venue. I sat in his office for a few hours waiting for the show to start. Here’s a picture of me ‘backstage’ doing what I do best- paying no attention to the people around me and reading a book (preferably dark or depressing). The office was empty when I took this picture.
Jamie Starr took me to my seat and I read some more of my book to pass the time. It was only a fifteen-ish minute wait. So Lenny Kravitz comes out, and he’s one cool lookin’ dude. Honestly though, my eyes were almost always on his background singers ’cause they were so cool. SO COOL. I want to be them when I grow up. The horn section was amazing – they are usually my favorite part of any given show. All the musicians were amazing. The drummer and bass player were especially killer.. as was the guitarist. Whoops- I think that was everybody on the stage. Wait! The keyboard/pianist was killer too- his name was George (I think). Anyways, here’s one of his most popular songs, and you can see his background singers killin’ it at 1:07 and throughout.
Fast forward to the last quarter of the concert- my feet were killing me. I had stood the whole time. I’m not the kind to dance around at concerts, and standing in one position becomes more painful than moving about. That’s what I get for wearing those blasted 5 inch heels. By this point in time I was ready to sit down (I had been ready since the beginning really) but I didn’t want to be rude. Everybody in front of and behind me (but not beside me) were still standing up. If I sat down, I wouldn’t be able to see anyways. When I seriously considered sitting down, Mr. Kravitz says “Everybody stand up” so I ended up standing through the rest of the concert. You are probably asking yourself why I would have such a long rambling about standing up. There is (kind of) a reason, besides complaining (haha). So, Mr. Kravitz must have really been feeling the crowd, because he decides to walk through it. I just so happen to have an aisle seat. It didn’t really matter, because most people left their seats to get closer anyways. He hops off the stage, walks down one aisle, and makes his way towards mine. The lady from two seats over (who migrated towards the aisle) kept shoving me and I thought she was trying to get closer. I tried to stay out of her way. Turns out, she was trying to get me closer so I could touch him. Tangent- What’s with wanting to touch a sweaty stranger that’s not even looking your way? What’s with wanting meet/talk to someone who doesn’t want to meet/talk with you? I mean c’mon now. Anyways, she gives me one last shove and I almost knocked into the man as he comes by. After the hubbub subsided her husband who was seated next to me asked if I got to touch Mr. Kravitz. I said almost. This is the song in which he goes through the crowd. It was a long song.
A little more background: Drunk people love me. Or at least that’s what I tell myself and others. They like the way I talk, the way I dress, and possibly other things. I think it may be that I am slightly too polite/nice/freaked out to ignore them, or to weasel my way out of conversations. The last concert I went to, a friendly drunk struck up a conversation with me about the show, and my age, and all sorts of things. The show before that, I may or may not have been hit on. He told me to call him the next afternoon. For all I know it could have been for a job interview. Maybe I should have another feature on the blog called ‘Drunk People Love Me’.
Anyways, the concert was almost over, or at least it seemed that way before a twenty minute song started. Somebody taps me on the shoulder. A strange woman asked me if I was enjoying the show. I smiled and said yes. She then shouted “Then why aren’t you dancing?”. I smiled and turned back to face the stage. My shoulder were grabbed and made to move about. I turned and smiled again, hoping maybe that would satisfy her. She leaves her row, comes to my seat, and shoves her hips my way. I had no idea what to do. So I did my awkward “Pat Boone snapping/clapping to Tutti Frutti” dance moves. I locked eyes with the security guy hoping he’d help me. That’s his job, right? NOPE. He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders at me. I thought this dance/groping session would never end. She finally went back to her seat (a row behind me and somewhere between 6 and 9 seats down) while commanding me to keep dancing. I looked around wondering if anyone else was taking in the absurdity of all of this and saw people smiling and laughing along. I then remembered they were all hammered. I remembered that that’s what people go to concerts and do. Pay money to see something they won’t remember the next day. This woman did this to me two more times, and threatened it a few more times also. Near the end she made me take a selfie with her. All of this to say, a drunk woman made me dance with her, and I was not comfortable at all. (I like to write as melodramatically as possible. I think it builds character.)
All throughout that ordeal, I kept hoping Jamie Starr would come rescue me. He came and got me at the very end, when there wasn’t much to be rescued from. But, boy was I glad to see him! You should have seen how quickly I grabbed my purse and followed him out. The excitement of not having to look over my shoulder lasted for less than a minute. After almost being knocked over dancing, and being shoved five too many times, my feet couldn’t take it any longer. It was like a two minute walk to the car, but I had to stop and put on my Keds. I felt so stupid not being able to walk the short while to the car, but I’m glad I switched out shoes. I would have fallen over if I hadn’t. Picture is of my poor tortured feet. See the marks around my ankles?
I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I’m a total downer. If I haven’t made it clear before, it should be fairly obvious considering I spent so much time harping on drunk people. All of that aside, the show was great. Mr. Kravitz even said so himself. Our show was better than the Dallas one, he said. Again, the show was great, my seats (I originally had two so I didn’t have to sit next to anybody haha) were great, and I ate a great burger. I’ll leave you now with some Lenny Kravitz.
I almost forgot! So, Mr. Kravitz points out a sign that a young lady was holding that said ‘wardrobe malfunction’. He said that he had already done that. Anyways that made me laugh, especially considering how loudly everyone cheered after he mentioned it haha.
All That’s Left is to Say Goodbye (I’m quoting music titles now) OH! And I give my condolences to anybody who read every word of my ramblings.