Sep 142011

When I was a kid, I remember my Daddy watching that silly TV show, Hee Haw. It was a goofy, canned laughter filled sort of variety show that invited you to forget about the world and it’s problems for an hour. You sort of had to like country music in order to watch it though because they would sing (and sometimes wail) until the dogs would howl. In fact, I used to howl with it as well. My biggest howls would be during the segment called “I’m a pickin’ and I’m a grinnin’ with Buck Owens and Roy Clark. They would play their guitars and tell jokes. As I kid, I thought they were funny. I’m sure i’d think differently now but it’s nice to remember that segment with fondness.

As I grew older, I migrated away from country music and leaned more toward pop, rock and even threw in a little rap from time to time. The rap was just to grate on my mother’s nerves, I wasn’t really that into it. For most of my adult life, I continued to listen to rock music.. it was just my preferred genre. I was content to listen to the same music that my children were listening to with the exception of metal and some of that rap we talked about earlier. Now my kids were listening to it.. perhaps just to grate on MY nerves!

However, life has thrown some huge changes in my way over the past few years. My children left home (one has since returned), my husband has been ill, I have been diagnosed with a few medical conditions of my own that have altered the way I do things and i’ve been out of the work force for the past six years. It’s been a tough row to hoe. A few months back, I was channel surfing on the radio because my I didn’t like the song on my normal channel. It landed on a country music channel and I stopped to listen. I found myself tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as the rubber met the road. Listening closer, I could hear some of my life’s woes lining up in parallel fashion to the words of the song that was playing. The lyrics spoke to me and I found myself relating to music in a way I hadn’t related in a long time.

A few weeks ago, the Manticles and I went to his first country music concert. We went to see Rascal Flatts. We enjoyed the show but we were really looking forward to the show we had tickets to later. This past weekend, we went to see Brad Paisley, Blake Shelton and Jerrod Niemann in concert together. I was excited because I couldn’t imagine having that much eye candy to look at in one place and to hear them singing to me.. well, that was a big ole bonus! Can I just say how much I LURVED that concert?? I tapped my feet and sang along off key.

Jerrod Niemann was up first and I can’t believe I sang along with him as he belted out One More Drinkin’ Song. The strongest thing I had to drink was a Coke. This boy was a cutie pie and he put on a short but worthy performance.

Up next was the tall drink of water, Blake Shelton. I know the man is married and so am I but he is so hot and I admit, I lusted after him when he was on stage. He has those boyish good looks, those cute dimples, tall with broad shoulders and plenty of good ole boy charm. And that was BEFORE he opened up his mouth to start singing. I could have looked er, listened to him all night. Sadly, he wasn’t cut out for our South Florida summers and he just melted into a big ole puddle of sweat and headed for the comforts of his air conditioned bus after about an hour. I can’t say as I blame him, I was longing for a change of clothing and a shower to wash off the grime myself! I guess that’s what you get when you go to an outdoor concert in the hottest part of the summer.

After Blake finished his set and while the stage was being set up for Brad to come on, we were entertained by the bevy of drunken cowboys stumbling around, dancing to the music heard only in their heads. We also got a chance to meet Big Head Brad. I guess all that fame went to his head and the drinking turned it into cotton. When you get to the bottom of the page, you’ll see what I mean. His 100 gallon hat could have fit even the biggest of egos.

When Brad took the stage, I was so excited and sang along missing only a few words here and there. I love, love, love his music. He even sang his new single Remind Me that he does with Carrie Underwood, thanks to some really cool holograms and piped music. My husband nearly came out of his chair when she seemed to just walk out on stage. Total freakout as we both love her music as a standalone. To pair her with Brad Paisley is like the best of country music today. I loved it and would have gone back the next day if he’d have just stuck around to do it.

I was quite surprised to see how cool under pressure that Brad stayed. He never broke a sweat and for August in South Florida, that is nearly superhuman. It could have only been better if he’d been wearing tights and a cape. He really got out into the audience and even went to the middle of the crowd in the sound booth and sat there to sing for the folks in “the cheap seats” (his words, not mine). On his way back to the main stage after singing for them a spell, he walked right in front of my seat. I nearly crapped my pants, I tell ya. That wouldn’t have been good on any level but just imagine a big ole sweaty, pheromone emitting middle aged southern woman with a doody in her pants.. well, let’s just say the visual is bad enough. o_O

It was an awesome show and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Even the manticles had a great time and as we soaked up the air conditioning in the car on the way back to the house, we speculated who would be coming to town next. We’re hoping that sooner or later, Carrie will find her way this far south. From where we were sitting it was a challenge to get decent pictures but here are a few that Bob took. It was too far to get close ups but the sound worked great!

  One Response to “They Were A Pickin’ and I Was A Grinnin’”

  1. This is the best. I have been to many concerts and have swooned and daydreamed the time away. There is nothing to compare to the excitement when a “star” comes into the audience to do some 1:1 with the folks further back. I have been to old school country, new era country, rock, contemporary, etc…but it seems the new era rock folks connect with the audience so much better. They let you know they are there because of you and they appreciate your support.
    Thanks for reminding me of “pickin’ and grinnin’ and Buck’s toothey grin and that red white and blue guitar. I remember how painful it was to watch this segment. Let the nightmares begin!