I consider myself a concert goer and really do go to anything from the New Kids on the Block concert to Lady Gaga to Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. But really, chances are is that I'm up to try anything except country.
I have never been a fan. I blame my dad - my brother and I didn't grow up on anything country. And, quite honestly, I listened to so much Eric Clapton and Allman Brothers growing up, I didn't realize there was a world beyond "Layla" and "Ramblin' Man."
It all sort of sounds the same to me and involves girls wearing short jean shorts, drinking whiskey and achy-breaky hearts unless of course you are Faith Hill or Carrie Underwood.
Now that kind of pop country isn't exactly nails on chalkboard to me but you would never otherwise catch me blaring Blake Shelton or Miranda Lambert anything from my apartment.
As a group, the worst best decision we made was to rent a bus to carry our 20+ group to the dreaded Blossom Music Center, which provided an easy commute in and a hellish one on the way out.
The bus ride to the concert:
The concert and parking lot:
|Mel and me; Jill and Allison; Jason Aldean; let us in!|
Even though I hardly knew any of the songs, I still could pull off my white girl dancing that really applies to any type of music. Just a little less jumping and arm waving for this one.