I’ve been saying for most of the past month that I’m going through live music withdrawals. We went out to see Pat Reedy and the Long Goners at the Liberty Bell last weekend just to help with those withdrawals. But, the big show of this month, for us, was this past weekend- the Turnpike Troubadours. It’s just a precursor to next month when we make our wild round about trip to follow Ryan Bingham and Lucero across the state.
Now, my husband’s usual M.O. has been tested a lot in the past year with all the shows in different places we’ve seen. He usually wants to get there when the doors open (and trust me, we’ve done some of that this past year.) But, this was our home town. No need to get there that early right? I mean really darling. We can stand and watch Lucero why not just not worry about it here. Seriously, I didn’t even think much about it. We’d gone to the baseball game and took it easy before the show. I lazily got ready and then the next thing you know we arrived at Banita just after the SFA basketball game got out. Big Mistake. In this case, I guess he would have been right.
Here’s the thing, the crowd was less respectful and I got knocked around more by people at Banita than any Lucero show I’ve gone to anywhere. What’s up with that? College Kids? I don’t know. We wound up in the back for most of the show.
Obviously, I took my camera. One of the guys behind us was shocked by my camera- I can’t help but wonder about the future of cameras when everyone is just fine with their cell phone. A cell phone doesn’t really seem to do well for music photography. But, I’ve found my little dynamo of a camera has become quite the conversation starter at shows. This time there was enough light that I got to play with my new lens. Which was great. I watched most of the show with my hands above my head and my screen tilted down so I could see- a zoomed in show. Later we got a little closer. But, it was a far cry from our front row nights.
Hey Cody, they’re playing at Minglewood on Thursday. . . want to get a head start to Tennessee? Oh wait, but there’s baseball and boxes to pack here.