I discovered StubHub this weekend, and I was able to attend both nights of the Bayou Country Superfest in Baton Rouge for $79. It was a bargain after last year’s splurge cost me about $250. Last year was three nights and included Reba and George Strait, but still, as a last minute impulse purchase, $75 went down real easy. And I have to say that my General Admission seating was not any less desirable than last year’s reserved seats. I may have to try this again next year.
Saturday night’s line-up was good but Sunday night’s show blew me away. Kenny Chesney was the highlight by far on Saturday. The bands before him had good music but I felt like I was watching a cross between Duck Dynasty, punk rockers and motorcycle gangs. Three of the five acts started out with motorcycles revving their engines and one even showed the star donning pistols and brass knuckles. It was a little weird and didn’t seem at all like country music. These younger acts have some great hits but they sound really different on the radio than they do on the stage.
That being said, Kenny’s beachy cowboy-themed show was amazing. My life flashed before my eyes as I heard song after song that marked some specific moment in my life. He is one of the best entertainers I’ve ever seen. He knows how to get the crowd moving, his music has meaning and depth, and he’s not too bad on the eyes either. His cowboy hat was the only one of the evening. It seems as if country music stars prefer baseball caps now… the ones that don’t have mohawks. And the only female voice the entire night was performed by the female guitarist in Kenny’s band. I wondered where all the gals are these days. The evening was testosterone-laden in every sense of the word.
All Kenny Chesney … All the Time
Sunday’s show was definitely more in line with what I’d call country music. However, I know the genre is constantly changing, and it is a good thing. Cassadee Pope was as cute as a button in the first act. David Nail was a surprise. I don’t think I’m familiar with much of his music, and he is extremely talented. It almost reminded me of country jazz. It was fun, and I’ve made a mental note to purchase some of his music in the near future. Kip Moore was the hottie of the night appearing in a LSU tank top with bulging biceps and a beautiful derriere. He made a wild dash through the audience later in the evening, and it caused quite a stir.
Hottie Kip Moore
But the fun really got started when Miranda Lambert took the stage. After about her third song, the rain that had been threatening all evening let loose in a torrential Louisiana-style downpour. She totally rocked it in stride. The crowd went wild as she walked right out into the rain and belted out her hard-rocking lyrics without a care in the world. She’s never struck me as a woman that would be that worried about her hair, but I might have thought she would have been concerned about all of that electronic equipment attached to her. The concert advertised that the show would go on ‘rain or shine’, and Miranda must have been prepared to show off her badass self in case the predicted weather finally let itself loose.
Her show was cut a little short. The announcer came on and announced that Blake Shelton would be a little while. He said the show would go on, but it may be 45 minutes to an hour late. Keep in mind we are still sitting there 45 minutes into a torrential downpour, and it’s not slowing down at all. I turned to my friend Jennifer and asked her what she wanted to do. She looked at me incredulously and said, “I’m not leaving here until I see Blake!!” I was so glad. I was worried she’d wimp out. We walked into the concession area for about 30 minutes to get out of the rain, but I finally decided that part of the experience was going to be getting totally soaked. The only thing I was concerned about was my iPhone, so I covered it up with a poncho and let the rain take me in.
The storm was definitely a game-changer for the evening. Everybody that stayed – and I don’t think we lost a lot of fans – were committed in this together. People were playing in the rain. A group was slip-sliding on the floor down on the field. A cop was dancing and entertaining a large group up above me. Beach balls bounced around and paper airplanes flew into wet heads. It was fun, and it rained … and rained … and then rained some more. In the two hours that it poured, I made two observations. 1) I am a heterosexual, and Miranda Lambert looked totally smoking hot soaking wet with her black leather hot pants and black lace stockings. And, (2) there are some men who should NEVER remove their shirts in public. I’m just sayin’.
The rain started to momentarily subside, and the crews mopped the stage floor. Blake made his appearance in a dry moment. He quipped about his bad-ass wife getting soaking wet, and he couldn’t let her show him up. When it started pouring again, he tentatively walked to the edge of the stage, asked if it was cold and stepped out into the rain. He stayed about 30 seconds and said, “Okay, that’s enough,” making the point that he wasn’t the same class of bad-ass as his country rocker wife. He kept raising the house lights and remarking about the number of people that stuck around in rain that heavy. We were in for the duration, and we were quite noisy in our collective pride in sticking this one out. The show ended around midnight, and I have to say that Blake’s performance was the best of the weekend and maybe the best I’ve seen at the three Superfests I’ve attended. Luke Bryan puts on an awesome show, but it’s heard to create the kind of momentum generated when thousands of people endure a wild, turbulent thunderstorm together – outside in Tiger Stadium.
It was a fun night!
My friends Jessica and Jill are already signed on for next year, and I’m quite sure Jennifer will be back. She said it’s the best time she’s had in a very long time. I had a blast. I can’t remember feeling that good during a concert. Blake was phenomenal. I was soaking wet with out a care in the world. I had eaten really healthy all day, and my energy was good. I had the thought that I feel as good at 54 as I ever have in my life. There are times when I was younger when I don’t think I would have fared so well in the wet and the late night. I spent an entire day in a torrential downpour at Summerfest in Milwaukee one year, and I barely made it through Tim McGraw’s performance that evening. I barely remember it. I don’t think I’ll forget this one. I got home and could not fall asleep. The evening kept replaying in my mind. This year was truly the superest of the Superfests…. and to think I was dreading the predicted rain. :)