The concert

I love my boyfriend. He takes me to concerts. :)

We went to see Elton John last night. You know me. I love to soak up the world around me. I'm sitting there, watching the man come on stage and watching the crowd respond to him. Like it tends to do, my brain started thinking in descriptive sentences. I'm writing in my head and wishing like heck I could blog from my seat.

(It wouldn't have worked so well on my cell phone. I think I need a better solution.)

When we found our seats and sat down, these two guys in suits were onstage playing cellos. I don't remember what they were playing when we sat down. I just remember thinking that it seemed fitting for some reason.

Ha ha. And then they bust out with

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I'm pretty sure it's not natural to do that with cellos.

Robb said if they really wanted to impress him, they should play Ozzy's Crazy Train.

I kid you not, their next song was

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The won a new fan.

Now that we were all pumped up, Elton took the stage.

Y'all know how I think by now. If you don't, you should. I'm looking at him thinking, he's just a man.

I don't mean that disrespectfully, but down on a physical level, he's a man. He showers like the rest of us do. Maybe with nicer stuff, but still. He eats like the rest of us. On a molecular level, he is a man. He was blessed with a talent that has entertained millions of us, and we have elevated him to a point where he is almost untouchable. I couldn't imagine sitting down and having a conversation with him. And yet, I mean, really, I could if the circumstances were right.

I think these same thoughts whenever I'm around famous people. Apparently I only get tongue-tied when I'm talking to Neil Sedaka. (I would have been fine if I had just pretended I didn't know who he was! But that might have made him mad, seeing as I'm a reporter and all.)


I know. I think weird thoughts. But that's what I was thinking as I watched him sit down. I had a blast watching the crowd. One dude on the second row was ridiculously excited to be there. He kept pumping his fist like this was the rockin'est concert he'd ever been to. (Maybe it was.) I watched people with no rhythm try to move like they haven't in probably 20 years. Young'uns swilling beer and dancing like they're his number one fan. (They probably bought their first Elton John CD last week.) Mothers and daughters doing the same. Families with kids out past their bedtimes. It was something. The place was packed.

We were seated to the left of the stage. I couldn't even see the screen without straining. There was some kind of lights going on behind him, but I couldn't see what it was. I had a fantastic view of the glittering rose on his back, though.

Sir Elton John performed for three solid hours. When I say performed, I mean he played and sang, stood up, turned around to wave at every section in the arena, maybe said a word or two, rinse and repeat. For three solid hours. Y'all. After about two and a half hours Robb and I had to take a break from sitting to go stretch our legs. 'Cause we needed a break! We are half almost his age and don't have his stamina.

*Sigh* It was great. If you weren't there, you really should have been.

Now I can't wait to see Lady Antebellum!