Who knew I was an Alan Jackson fan?
I didn’t. I just found out last night.
For months we’ve had tickets to his concert. They were given to my hubby, by a friend of his. This friend happens to be the wife of Alan’s drummer, Bruce. Turns out, the last night of his tour was in Springfield, IL, less than 2 hours from our house.
We weren’t stoked about going. None of us listen to country music. I used to, many moons ago, so I knew who he was. I just couldn’t name any of his songs.
But we thought it might be a good experience for the two youngest to attend a concert where we were quite sure there wouldn’t be potheads. (Beer drinkers, yes, but no potheads.) So I took the weekend off, booked a hotel room, and the plans were set.
The morning of the big event, my hubby got a call from the drummer’s wife. She informed us that we should find the bus and she would have Bruce come out and meet us. We didn’t want to impose on him, but she insisted.
So… we pulled up right behind the bus, made the call to her and a few minutes later, Bruce walked out. We must have chatted for 30 minutes out there on the street. He was such a nice guy, and so easy to talk to. He shared stories of how he left home at 16 and has been on the road ever since. He’s been with Alan since 1990, and admitted to being a little burned out on touring. Since this was his last stop on the tour, he was anxious to get home.
He asked many questions of my hubby and me as well, and seemed quite interested in the business my hubby has started. When it seemed like we had taken too much of his time, we presented him with our gift. A thank you for the four free tickets we were given. The gift was a picture that my son Amp had taken while in Colorado. Vicky, Bruce’s wife, had expressed how stunning it was, so Hubby had it framed for her. Bruce gushed over how thoughtful it was, and asked Amp to sign it.
We parted ways, and headed for the will call window to get our tickets. To our surprise we were seated 9 rows from the stage. The binoculars we finally remembered to bring to a concert weren’t going to be needed after all.
The show started promptly at 7 pm, opening with an American Idol finalist named Casey James. Mario, a strict non-country girl, fell in love. In fact we all did. He was so real and so talented! He was followed by David Nail who also put on a great show. By 9:00 we were were pumped and ready for Alan Jackson.
From the moment he walked out, the crowd was on their feet screaming and crooning, and I found myself doing the same thing. I danced and swayed and sang to just about every song. I can’t believe how many hits this guy has had throughout his career! Being that close, and able to see his expressions, made it all the more enthralling. And for 2 hours I was Alan Jackson’s biggest fan.
This concert will leave an impression on me for many years, but I must say that on our way back home I was once again listening to Pink, Fun., Neon Trees, Bruno Mars, The Script… you know… all the good stuff.
But I was secretly glad that Hubby added “Remember When” to his repertoire of songs that he plays on his guitar. Because I never want to forget.