Yes, it was every bit as good as you'd think. better even.

It started the day before. I got an email that said tickets would go on sale at noon so there I was, trying well before the time. Hey, listen, I learned from trying to get breakfast in the castle with the princesses. You start minimum of ten minutes before to understand the process, then you pick up the pace within three minutes of the actual go time, and go and go until you're either jumping for joy or crying into your keyboard. So, I am successful--seriously, me, I was successful. I try to express this excitement to my co-workers but none of them understand. My mom does, though, as she loves the Jack White. I get an email shortly after from my friend Michelle, she was unable to get seats. seriously, three minutes after they went on sale. It's a big deal. It's a small venue and a great band.

Friday is my sister's birthday. She says sure, she'll go, it'll be fun. Flash forward to her happy birthday dinner and we head out to the venue. Might I add that it's a fairly early door time? 7pm. So I go over to my sister's car and get asked TWICE for a ticket. My sister later informs me who one of the people was. I won't name him, but let's just say his Soul was probably not Satisfied.

We head in, we see some friends, the rock begins, it's amazing. Highlights: opening with a Hank song, Jolene, new songs that sound fantastic, Ball and Biscuit, Cannon, and ending with Seven Nation Army. Now, I wondered how Seven Nation Army would sound, as it's one of my favorites but it seems as though it would be difficult to pay with just two folks. Yes, that's right. It was just Jack and Meg (some dickhead hipster trash turns to Lindsay at one point and says "I can't believe I paid $100 on this ticket and there's no bass player." She had a snide comment for him, as he and his heavy rimmed glasses pushed their way up between us, stepping on her foot several times after). Ok, so back to Seven Nation Army; they sped it up a bit in the last verse. It was great, truly.

Let's see--there were also special edition $5 t-shirts (small only, but perhaps I can transform it, after all my mom did give me a nice book on how to do just that), Jack asked how his new home town of nashville was doing (just great, thankyou!), Jack's gun show (seriously, I don't remember him having nice arms before), Meg and her cymbals (without them they wouldn't be the same, but still...). Oh, and, yes, Heather Byrd; earlier in the night my sister and I questioned whether or not the ubiquitous nightlife columnist would be spotted. Lindsay said no, but sure enough, after the show, ta da! We decided that there needs to be a nashville nightlife bingo, she'd be the center/free square since she somehow manages to be everywhere at once.

Afterwards we headed to Kazu where a gent was playing some really fun music. They played "Humpty Dance" during which my sister commented that she'd been listening to the radio earlier in the day thinking that hearing that one particular song would make her birthday.

Hell yeah.

Labels: music, nashville