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shadowedge613) wrote2007-01-25 11:22 am
shadowedge613) wrote2007-01-25 11:22 am
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So the concert last night was awesome, and the journey, as they say, was almost more important than the destination.
Cut for epic journeys and gushing.
Let’s look the time line, shall we?
2:00 p.m. I’m listening to Pandora, and mention the Indigo Girls to Jessica, our workstudy student, who mentions that they are in concert in Tampa that night.
2:10 p.m. They are. And there are still tickets, for only a little more than I wanted to pay. But I don’t really want to go by myself…
2:12 p.m. None of my phone calls to people who might want to come with them are panning out.
2:45 p.m. I call Rachel for the 5th time, and she answers the phone out in Arcadia. She wants to come, and I start contemplating driving to Arcadia after work, and if we can make it in time. She mentions that some friends from New College are visiting, and they will drop her off at my house. (This is the only day that people have visited her all month.)
3:15 p.m. I call for tickets, and manage to get row P, with less of a service charge than ticket master or the internet.
3:30 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. I bounce up and down a lot.
5:05 p.m. get home and clean, set up the cot for Rachel, and get dressed.
5:50 p.m. Hit the road. Get Wendy’s and gas, hit the interstate at 6:30 p.m.
7:20 p.m. we are over the skyway!
7:27 p.m. Accidentally exit at Tropicana field. I hate 275. We mange to detour past the Dali museum, and get back on 275.
7:30 p.m. We find our exit, (we think) but somehow end up going back onto 275 and over the Howard Franklin into Tampa. Exit at Westshore and ask for directions. Gas station attendant does not know where the theater is, but gets us on 60 heading toward Clearwater.
7:47 p.m. I am exhorting the gods for a sign. Preferably one that says “Ruth Eckerd Hall Arrow.”
8:05 p.m. The show started five minutes ago. But the gods have given us a sign, and we think we are going the right way. A traffic light lets me interrogate a real person. We are almost there.
8:10 p.m. Find it, and use my last dollars to pay for parking.
8:15 p.m. We are parked, have collected the tickets from will call, and I’m waiting for Rachel to use the bathroom. I notice that the warm up band is still on.
8:20 p.m. We get our seats, which are pretty darn good, especially for a last minute deal. The warm up band was good, and finally the Indigo Girls take the stage at 9:15 p.m.
The concert was so entirely awesome that I am still bouncing from it. The only down side was the very rude people in our row who got up and down out of the seats and pas everyone15 times or so. And yelled a lot. But they left after about half way through the show…
The show was awesome… The two of them have been playing together for 20 years, and they haven’t just been redoing their old hits, but exploring new kinds of sounds and lyrics… Listening to their first the albums, and they almost aren’t the same band. And when they did the older songs at the show they played them in a whole new way. It is just the two of them with guitars, a banjo for a few songs and Amy on harmonica. That and their voices… it was unbelievably cool.
At the very end they brought back on the warm up band (electric guitar, bass, an awesome drummer, and a singer in the style of Ani De Franco) and did “Midnight train to Georgia,” and “Fill it up again” and one more, which I can’t remember.
A partial play list, as best as I can remember.
Shame on you
Get out the Map
Closer to Fine (with the entire audience on their feet and signing in perfect tune… so awesome)
Galileo
Watershed
Mystery
Little Perennials
A bunch of songs off their new album, which I must have, Including “I believe in love, “three county highway,” and “Last tears,” which almost broke my heart.
Three hits
Dairy queen
Become you
Starkville
Gone again
And a song off Amy’s new Solo album, which was a rift on “this little light of mine” done as hardcore acoustic rock.
I had such a good time that I didn’t even mind waking up and driving Rachel to Myakka city first thing this morning. And I am still full of music.
Cut for epic journeys and gushing.
Let’s look the time line, shall we?
2:00 p.m. I’m listening to Pandora, and mention the Indigo Girls to Jessica, our workstudy student, who mentions that they are in concert in Tampa that night.
2:10 p.m. They are. And there are still tickets, for only a little more than I wanted to pay. But I don’t really want to go by myself…
2:12 p.m. None of my phone calls to people who might want to come with them are panning out.
2:45 p.m. I call Rachel for the 5th time, and she answers the phone out in Arcadia. She wants to come, and I start contemplating driving to Arcadia after work, and if we can make it in time. She mentions that some friends from New College are visiting, and they will drop her off at my house. (This is the only day that people have visited her all month.)
3:15 p.m. I call for tickets, and manage to get row P, with less of a service charge than ticket master or the internet.
3:30 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. I bounce up and down a lot.
5:05 p.m. get home and clean, set up the cot for Rachel, and get dressed.
5:50 p.m. Hit the road. Get Wendy’s and gas, hit the interstate at 6:30 p.m.
7:20 p.m. we are over the skyway!
7:27 p.m. Accidentally exit at Tropicana field. I hate 275. We mange to detour past the Dali museum, and get back on 275.
7:30 p.m. We find our exit, (we think) but somehow end up going back onto 275 and over the Howard Franklin into Tampa. Exit at Westshore and ask for directions. Gas station attendant does not know where the theater is, but gets us on 60 heading toward Clearwater.
7:47 p.m. I am exhorting the gods for a sign. Preferably one that says “Ruth Eckerd Hall Arrow.”
8:05 p.m. The show started five minutes ago. But the gods have given us a sign, and we think we are going the right way. A traffic light lets me interrogate a real person. We are almost there.
8:10 p.m. Find it, and use my last dollars to pay for parking.
8:15 p.m. We are parked, have collected the tickets from will call, and I’m waiting for Rachel to use the bathroom. I notice that the warm up band is still on.
8:20 p.m. We get our seats, which are pretty darn good, especially for a last minute deal. The warm up band was good, and finally the Indigo Girls take the stage at 9:15 p.m.
The concert was so entirely awesome that I am still bouncing from it. The only down side was the very rude people in our row who got up and down out of the seats and pas everyone15 times or so. And yelled a lot. But they left after about half way through the show…
The show was awesome… The two of them have been playing together for 20 years, and they haven’t just been redoing their old hits, but exploring new kinds of sounds and lyrics… Listening to their first the albums, and they almost aren’t the same band. And when they did the older songs at the show they played them in a whole new way. It is just the two of them with guitars, a banjo for a few songs and Amy on harmonica. That and their voices… it was unbelievably cool.
At the very end they brought back on the warm up band (electric guitar, bass, an awesome drummer, and a singer in the style of Ani De Franco) and did “Midnight train to Georgia,” and “Fill it up again” and one more, which I can’t remember.
A partial play list, as best as I can remember.
Shame on you
Get out the Map
Closer to Fine (with the entire audience on their feet and signing in perfect tune… so awesome)
Galileo
Watershed
Mystery
Little Perennials
A bunch of songs off their new album, which I must have, Including “I believe in love, “three county highway,” and “Last tears,” which almost broke my heart.
Three hits
Dairy queen
Become you
Starkville
Gone again
And a song off Amy’s new Solo album, which was a rift on “this little light of mine” done as hardcore acoustic rock.
I had such a good time that I didn’t even mind waking up and driving Rachel to Myakka city first thing this morning. And I am still full of music.