Saturday, January 12, 2008

God, I miss playing.

Current mood: rockin

Tonight I went to see a legend in concert. Willie Nelson.

And if you know me at all, then you know I've got a few things to say.

Okay, first... please, oh please do NOT be the person who comes to a Willie Nelson concert wearing a Willie Nelson t-shirt. And even worse than that, don't be the person who buys a crisp new shirt for $25 from the tent next to the stage who then immediately puts the t-shirt on top of his other shirt and sports it around like he's the only one with such a prize.

Second... if you are 90+ years old, leave at home the "cowgirls and whiskey" shirt featuring a g-stringed bikini girl bent over. And for crying out loud, if you MUST wear the stupid thing, don't sit directly in front of me.

Third... please refrain from all bouffant-like hairstyles when attending a concert. Giant silver puffs on top of your head are 1) not flattering, 2) bug-catchers, and 3) stage-blockers!!!
Guess that's all for my rant.

Oh! And if you're going to be a legend, then for Jiminy Christmas sakes, BE A LEGEND! Willie fully sucked at this concert tonight. He destroyed some of my favorite Willie songs. I don't know. Maybe he was high. Go figure.

But I must say, his pianist was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Loved her. She had a fabulous black grand piano on stage and her talent was outstanding. Every time she had a feature and I heard the tinkling of the keys, my own fingers moved involuntarily against my leg as I heard and felt the sounds.

God, I miss playing.