About a month ago, I heard from my fiancee that a few of us would be going to Washington, D.C., to see a concert. I thought, "Okay, cool." The girls started getting antsy after a while, though. To my suspicion, I knew something fishy was going on. Apparently, we were going to see Tim McGraw in April.
We took the Metro to Gallery Place. The concert was at the MCI Center and it was packed. Everyone was pumped for the arrival of Mr. McGraw. I was disappointed that there wasn't any opening act, so to suffice, we just listened to hard rock on the loud speakers in the mean time. There's nothing like jamming to Ozzy before a good ol' ho-down!
So as everyone did the Shimmy for Timmy, he finally came out with a bang and started rocking the stage. I was impressed with his stage performance. He was able to run around like a madman even while managing to stay focused and sing as well as he does on record. He started off with a lot of his more popular songs, "Red Ragtop," "Indian Outlaw," "I Like It, I Love It," "Don't Take the Girl" and more. There were also points in which he would let his band, the Dancehall Doctors, get down on the stage for some crazy exposure.
Towards the middle of the concert, Tim picked up an acoustic guitar and played solo with the lights dimmed, focusing only on him. All 20,000 or so of us sat down. It was relaxing. Once the chorus of his song came around, a portion of the audience started freaking out. The next thing we heard was the voice of a woman in conjunction with McGraw's. 'Lo and behold, it was Faith Hill, his wife, making a surprise appearance! It was great, and everyone flipped. She was gone after that, though.
I had a good time throughout the entire two and a half hours in that humid, muggy coliseum. I was able to witness a drunken brawl that was only a few feet from us; we saw many people trip over the "cursed step" after making beer runs, and I saw my friend and fiancee go crazy in that short time.
As I have indicated before, I have never been to a very large concert until now. I'm almost a bit saddened to say that I lost my concert virginity to the country genre. It was enjoyable, however, and I don't think I will ever forget all of the cowboy hats, drunken fools, and $32 T-shirts of a middle-aged singer from somewhere in Texas.
Yeehaw.
Brandon Faust has been with Whim for nearly two years. He enjoys anything Ritzy, running, and weird people.
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McGraw is a cracker.
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