October 9, 2009

Coolest. Concert. Ever

Posted in Great Big Sea, Uncategorized at 7:29 am by bethmillett

So, Wednesday night Nichole and I drove down to Louisville (it’s about two hours from Indy, a nice straight shot down I-65) for a Great Big Sea concert. First, we took some touristy snapshots on our way to the Kentucky Center for the Performing Arts.

Louisville has lots of bike racks, all disguised as cool public art.

Louisville has lots of bike racks, all disguised as cool public art.

This cool Dubufett is on the plaza in front of the Kentucky Center. There's also a Calder sculpture.

This cool Dubufett is on the plaza in front of the Kentucky Center. There's also a Calder sculpture.

I was very impressed with the theatre — there is a lot of great artwork, from some pretty big names; I saw Dubuffet and Calder outside and a Miro inside. There were a lot of other great works that may have been by famous people, but I didn’t recognize them by sight and didn’t get a chance to see the plaques.

We had fantastic seats, second row center. The theatre was set up with five round tables on the floor space in front of the first row. So, I could have paid extra to be even freaking closer, but we were really happy where we were. We sat next to a cool woman named Jennifer who drove up from East Tennessee, and we hung with her the rest of the night.

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The concert was totally amazing — the boys rocked out a ton of great songs from their new and old albums, including all my most favoritest songs. At some of the theatre concerts I’ve been to, they won’t let you dance, which is really, really hard at a GBS concert. But, within the first four or five songs, we were all on our feet, clapping, and jumping up and down. Nichole was on my right and Jennifer was on my left. They’re both much shorter than I am, so it’s a minor miracle that I didn’t crack either of them on the tops of their heads with my elbow — my arms were up above my head most of the time! (And I’m feeling that in my biceps today!)

Jennifer said the guys were usually pretty friendly after the show and that we should stop by the tour bus. She did not have to work very hard to talk us into it. After the show, she and I bought T-shirts and then we went outside to wait. There were only another five or six people waiting with us, which surprised me. We only waited five or ten minutes when a guy getting off the bus told us that some of the guys had gone across the street to the Mexican pub. We were off like a shot!

When we got there, there were only the three lads, with some of the largest margaritas I have ever seen. I think the restaurant really wanted to be closed so the staff could go home, but we ended up staying until about midnight, when the guys had to get on the bus. Of those of us who went over to the bar, the other five or so left right after getting their photos taken. So, we ended up sitting and joking with the guys for a couple of hours — just the three of them and the three of us. They are loads of fun, and I can’t wait to see them in concert again! Jennifer and I are friends on Facebook now, so I’m hoping we can coordinate schedules and be groupies together!

Murray, Alan, Kris (on drums), Sean and Bob

Murray, Alan, Kris (on drums), Sean and Bob

The lads: Alan Doyle, lead vocals and guitar; Murray Foster, bass; </br> and Kris MacFarlane, drums.

The lads: Alan, lead vocals and guitar; Murray, bass; and Kris, drums.

1 Comment »

  1. [...] 8 at 9:00 am: Beth Millett is clearly too old for such energetic concert behavior [after seeing Great Big Sea in Louisville]. My hands are bruised from clapping for two hours straight, my arms are like spaghetti from being [...]


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