A few weeks ago, a friend of mine mentioned that he and his wife were going to a country music festival in Baton Rouge. If you read me regularly, you know country music just does it for me. If I had to list the top 3 things that get me going energy-wise, it has to be the sound of a steel guitar, a man in a cowboy hat, tight-ass jeans and boots, and the lyrics of a great country song that matches my mood or touches into a memory of something special. When I heard about two days of country music in Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge, I was all in.
It was one of the weirdest trips to pull together. I had trouble getting someone to go with me because of the late notice and everybody had plans on Memorial Day weekend, but I finally got a good group together, got tickets, and I was ready to dance. But, things were meant to change. This is what I’ve learned. I have to just roll with it. My goal was to spend two days bathing in the sounds of rhythms of the music I love and dancing in the moonlight. Everything else was just gravy. My friend Jill got deathly ill, and couldn’t fly in from Michigan. My other partner in crime, Gretchen, had a dog fight at her household which resulted in an injury, and she couldn’t make the concert. I was really disappointed. Everybody else that was going was couples, and I didn’t want to feel like a third wheel. I was going to get my energy going. I just kept thinking that whatever was supposed to happen would happen, and I kept my focus on my goal.
The music was good on Saturday, but I have to say that Sunday night was the experience I was craving. Band after band was phenomenal, but there were good bands on Saturday, too. It’s all about energy for me. There was a lethal combination of the venue, the night, the audience, the bands and the moment that made Sunday night just perfect. An almost full moon hung overhead, the breeze was blowing and there was dancing. My friend Jean Anne from back home sat with me with her husband, John. I told them when they got there that I dance at concerts. I usually hear country music on the radio in my car, and I can’t dance. So, when I get the opportunity to hear a performer live, and I’m giving it all I’ve got.
On Saturday, the energy was dead the first couple of shows, and then Darius Rucker stirred things up. On Sunday, every band was hitting on all cylinders. My cousin Kevin and his wife, Rose, texted me and told me where they were sitting. I listened to Frankie Ballard with them and spent some time catching up and reminiscing. I walked away with a huge smile on my face. It was great to see them. The Band Perry blew me away with their lead singer Kimberly Perry in her hot little outfits and way with the audience. She is something else. Jean Anne had told me that she was starting to workout and how proud she was of the biceps she’s getting late in life. Kimberly Perry has got some arms. Beautiful, sexy woman and beautiful, sexy music is what I have say about that show. Luke Bryan is the one that really stole the show for me. Song after song was better than the last. I was on my feet the entire time. Feminine energy is housed in the hips, and I can tell you I was in mine last night. Jean Anne danced right along with me. I got a surprise visit from my college crush who I haven’t seen in 30-odd years so that was really cool, too. When Bryan finished, Jean Anne said that act was going to be hard to follow. And, for me, Zac Brown wasn’t able to sustain the energy. I could have just been tired by then. I’d been dancing and sweating since about 1:00 PM, and I was pleasantly exhausted.
I’m so glad I went. I tailgated with some friends, and we had great Louisiana food. The Boudin was phenomenal. And, my friend, Barry, made this sausage that I’m still salivating over. I wish I had some this morning. I love the way events unroll and take on a life of their own. At one point on Friday with all the shuffling and changing of plans, I seriously considered not going. I’m so glad I didn’t follow that instinct. Sunday was a day to remember. That almost full moon hanging over Tiger Stadium with spotlights shining in the sky while people stood and danced for hours made a night to remember. My soul showed up on Sunday. My little girl enjoyed dancing with an old girlfriend from my childhood. The free spirit in me is re-energized. Country music does that to me. It’s the perfect drug, and I’m on the most delicious natural high this morning. I’ll be driving home today jamming to country music for at least 5 hours. I can’t wait to get started. Have fun today, y’all. Set your spirit free.