Louise and I were in Edmonton
last night to attend a concert by Sir Paul McCartney. I can honestly say that
it was perhaps the best concert that I have ever gone to. I rarely go to
concerts and in most cases they have been more laid back affairs. The Vinyl
Café Christmas Concert and Bonnie Raitt are the most recent excursions for me.
The Edmonton Sun wrote an article
on last night’s concert and the author describes the concert perfectly. Read
the article and eat your heart out because I was there and you weren’t!
http://www.edmontonjournal.com/news/McCartney+makes+dreams+come+true+pipers+diehard+fans/7628374/story.html
Most of the concerts that I have been to, involve a lot of
lining up and waiting so that you can line up and wait some more. You want to
get to the venue early so that you can find your seat and get comfortable. Last
night we walked across the street from our hotel room and thought that we would
be able to walk in and get something to eat. Not so fast buddy boy! For some
reason, they didn’t open the doors for the 8:00
show until 7:30 which meant that we
waited for almost an hour. Yes we could have gone back to the hotel, but who
knew it would take so long to get in? Once in, there were line ups to get food
and I figured I could do with a little unplanned dieting. We shuffled along
with everyone else until we got to where our seats were located and then
settled in. None of this was in any way different from concerts past, and it is
probably one of the main reasons I don’t like to attend concerts.
I like to watch all of the other people come in and see just
how they plan to prepare for the concert. In days past we would more than
likely get half baked before getting to the concerts and make sure that we had
enough “boosters” to keep us baking all through the concert. I no longer do
such things, and it appears that the people at this concert didn’t either. The
band’s pyrotechnics made much more smoke than the audience did. It appears that
beer was the intoxicant of preference and not only was it plentiful but the
venue would bring it to your seat. The girls (women) sitting next to us kept
getting double beers and also kept leaving to go pee. I would have crapped my
pants rather than miss a minute of Paul’s concert, but that is just me.
Eventually, the two “girls” and the couple in the seats on the other side of us
left so that they could go and stand and dance I suppose. Good for them and
good for us.
There was a point when I was almost overcome with the
emotion of it all. I had the same thing happen once before, and I went into a
kind of seizure brought on by the awesomeness of it all. I went to a concert
featuring Bob Dylan and The Band with a friend’s sister. Joanne and I went in
and found our seats, and unfortunately they were “obstructed view” seats. I
thought that “obstructed view” meant that you had to look around a post, not
having a speaker tower six inches from your nose. We were pretty bummed to say
the least, until one of the roadies came and asked us if we would like better
seats. Sure! Three rows from the front on the left hand of the stage. There was
a point during the concert when my eyes rolled up into my head and my
consciousness went astral. That very nearly happened last night, and without
herbal enhancement!
There is a wikipedia entry for the “On The Run” tour which
will give you a background for the concert and a play list if you are
interested at all. Just keep in mind that Louise and I were there and you are
reading about it. If I had a bucket list (I don’t) I would have been able to
tick off this entry.
Play list
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