First Time For Everything
Well, it finally happened.
We took off for New Orleans on Friday evening to arrive in a very cold and drenching rain. 40 degrees and wet is not much fun but everything is well centered in New Orleans so the exposure to the weather is not too bad.
We ran from the parking lot to a nice 120 year old restaurant for some glorious corned beef sandwiches and drinks and then dashed to Coyote Ugly for some entertainment before the concert.
When all was in place, we dashed to the House of Blues to catch the final three songs of the warm up band and more drinks.
Then we burrowed our way to the front of the crowd by the stage and awaited Robin Trower and his band.
Then the spry 68 year old guitar god came on stage and started.
At first, I was thinking I was turned wrong.
So I moved a bit more towards the center.
Then it got worse and worse.
I found myself nervous and in pain.
Then, the unthinkable happened as an hour into the concert, I turned to my buds and said -
Drum roll please..............
This is way too loud - It's killing me and I'm leaving.
Everyone followed me out.
I'm not proud of this as it may indicate that I may be getting O-L-D.
But the others with me heartily agreed to go.
So at least I'm not alone in my wimpdom.
And with my tail in my hand, I'm going back to rubbing my ears and hoping the ringing goes away soon.
Peace (and quiet!)
We took off for New Orleans on Friday evening to arrive in a very cold and drenching rain. 40 degrees and wet is not much fun but everything is well centered in New Orleans so the exposure to the weather is not too bad.
We ran from the parking lot to a nice 120 year old restaurant for some glorious corned beef sandwiches and drinks and then dashed to Coyote Ugly for some entertainment before the concert.
When all was in place, we dashed to the House of Blues to catch the final three songs of the warm up band and more drinks.
Then we burrowed our way to the front of the crowd by the stage and awaited Robin Trower and his band.
Then the spry 68 year old guitar god came on stage and started.
At first, I was thinking I was turned wrong.
So I moved a bit more towards the center.
Then it got worse and worse.
I found myself nervous and in pain.
Then, the unthinkable happened as an hour into the concert, I turned to my buds and said -
Drum roll please..............
This is way too loud - It's killing me and I'm leaving.
Everyone followed me out.
I'm not proud of this as it may indicate that I may be getting O-L-D.
But the others with me heartily agreed to go.
So at least I'm not alone in my wimpdom.
And with my tail in my hand, I'm going back to rubbing my ears and hoping the ringing goes away soon.
Peace (and quiet!)
posted by KK at 10:16 AM
4 Comments:
It's (probably) not old age. The speakers may have been jacked up. I've been to one or two concerts where I wondered if the temporary deafness after the show was going to be permanent.
glad i read this before our lunch on wednesday.
Taking the wife Thursday night to the Hard Rock Cafe & Casino in Biloxi to see Blue Oyster Cult and Foghat.
Got standing room at the back because the f'ing music is way to loud at most concerts.
I saw Rick Springfield stop in the middle of the opening set. He looked down into the crowd and noticed that a couple had their infant with them in the 4th or 5th row. He scolded them and directed them to the back where the child's hearing would not be permanently damaged. The parents did not make eye contact while walking the aisle all the way to the back.
Ears ringing. Yeah, it was worth it. What? WHAT!?? I SAID IT WAS WORTH IT!! WORTH IT!!! TO GO TO THE CONCERT!!!! WHAT? SEND ME A TEXT.
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