DON'T ROCK THE JUKEBOX
Got a chance on Saturday night to review the Alan Jackson/Martina McBride show at the Ford Amphitheatre.
The concert was good, but the sideshow surrounding the event was even better:
First of all, it was a perfect night for an outdoor concert. Crystal clear, temps in the mid-60s. You couldn't have asked for anything better.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do: Go smokeless.
Gotta love the Tent O'Nicotine. Guess they couldn't get a doublewide in the gate.
The teeming masses lined up for souvenir trinkets never ceases to stun me. It's not that fans should be faulted for standing in line six deep for a t-shirt they can get at Spencer in the mall.
It's that, well, the goods are a little expensive.
For that kind of money, Alan Jackson really should come with the shirt.
I can't say that I would have predicted that a frozen margarita bar would be that popular with the gun rack crowd. Much less margaritas served in test tubes that normally are used for fetal research.
Ah,
now I see the appeal. They're
southern.
Just so you don't think the world has fallen off its axis, you can see that beer was still the adult beverage of choice.
We had great seats for the show, right behind the seating row reserved for wheelchairs and the handicapped.
Wait, what's that on his head rest?
Okay, bud. Got it.
This woman sat next to me at the show. She said she worked at the Hooters in Brandon and that earlier in the day Jackson and his band showed up to eat. They gave everyone free tickets to the show.
My question: Whose idea were the matching camo overalls? His or her's?
Martina McBride sang one helluva set. Really let it fly.
Jackson was his usual laid-back self.
He announced about halfway through the set that he had spent a few days in the area. He has a home on the east coast near Jupiter and does a lot of boating when he's not on tour.
Name of the boat: Hillbilly.
Jackson said he enjoyed the weather that night. "Usually, it's hot as fire up here."
Posted by Jeff at November 8, 2004 07:40 AM
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