Last week was a great week for music. The torturous rush-hour drive to the woodlands was so worth it. I have been able to take in two amazing shows.
Heart was stunning. Those ladies, have still got it. The perfectly piercing voice was better in person than what I’ve been listening to on the radio for so long.
I rocked, and swayed to Little Big Town’s ode to the pontoon. I stomped my cowgirl boots to the pounding beat of Tornado. Then I got in touch with my bluegrass roots which is a rare occurrence and stomped and clapped along with everyone else not from the Boondocks.
Then Mr. Keith Urban. When I take in a show, I rant and rave and say how great it was, or complain that I wasted my money. NEVER has a performer made me vow to see every show in the future. He was THAT kind of good. He catered to his audience, even those way in the back. He played a show I will never forget, hit after hit, and some hits I forgot I knew. You Mr. Urban gained a lifetime viewer, because whenever you he comes to town me and my tickets will be waiting.