Pam had been talking about seeing some country artist with a couple of hits recently, so since I knew it was something she’d wanted to do for, oh, I dunno, 20 years? I made sure it happened. Friday, we hauled up North to Jacksonville (6 hours, one-way), to catch this guy and the woman he’s married to. She apparently sings some, too.
Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood. Heard of ’em?
Yeah, yeah, I know. Trust me, after sitting there in a concert during which no one (but me) sat down for 3 hours, and I was the only person in the audience who not only didn’t recognize every song, but didn’t know every single lyric, well, just proved Brooks is still as good as when he did that concert in Central Park, and certainly hasn’t lost any fans.
I’ve been to a lot of concerts. All types of music. But the thing that stood out about Brooks’ Friday night performance was, it wasn’t so much a concert, but a 3-hour campfire sing-along. Oh, sure, Pam described the stage set up to me and some of the stuff that went on that I couldn’t see, but really, what it boiled down to no matter what he and his bandmates and wife were doing on stage, this was the largest sing-along I’d ever attended.
Pam’s been waiting her whole life to see Garth, and it was, even for a non-country-lover like myself, a hell of a show. Well worth the (pretty reasonable, if you subtract the Ticketmaster side fees) ticket price.
After his last tour, Brooks took nearly 17 years off. In my opinion, if you’re thinking about going and you’re a fan? Make sure you get tickets. Who knows when, or if, he’ll ever do it again.