Thoughts of a Princess

I am not really a princess...I only like to think I am. I am just a regular working girl who constantly lives in a fantasy world!

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Location: Chattanooga, Southeast, United States

Ok, instead of telling you about me I am going to tell you my favorite tv shows because they didn't give me a place! Buffy, Angel, Roswell, Veronica Mars, the OC, Scrubs, Gilmore Girls, Lost, American Idol, Everwood, ok well basically the WB's whole network!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Nickel Creek Concert

Finally, after months of waiting I got to see Nickel Creek...again. I know I know. I am a stupid obsessed fan. But it really really effects me...even before I get the tickets. Anticipation for getting the tickets, for getting the best seats. Then I get the tickets and the waiting begins. Anticipation. Excitment mounts. Finally, the day arrives. The day I am shot. I am thinking of nothing else...well mostly. But my goal is to get to the concert and get good seats or a standing place since most of their concerts are General Admission. I never thought I would want to stand up for hours and hours in a crowd just to see a band. I am not like that. I like my stuff comfy...like watching Gilmore Girls laying in bed. But that day I am thinking of how I can get up front. How I can be as close to them as possible...and yes, again...stalker-ish sounding and a little obsessive...ok a lot obsessive. But really, I am normal. I promise. It is just what this band does to me. It is so weird. And it is only concert time. We get there and find the venue and I see him...Sean. Or as I like to call him....my Seany Sean Sean. Yes, I realize that I have to continuely inturrupt my thoughts to assure you that I am not an obsessed stalker, but really I am not. These are just my deep down, nitty gritty thoughts...hello...journal! I would never ever post this on the message board. Matt would have me thrown off. And don't want to be thrown off. I love the message board! So as I was saying...I saw Sean outside of the venue getting stuff out of the bus. He looked so cute. And then I called him my Seany Sean Sean and Nathan thought I was stupid and weird. But hey, I like giving cutsy nicknames.

Then after getting something to eat and parking we finally made it back to the venue to stand in line. The concert didn't start until 8, but we got there at 6! And there was already a line...see I am not the only one. So once I found the right line I settled in...well not really because as I said before I am antsy all during that day. Making sure we got through eating in enough time, making sure we parked in enough time. Making sure I was in the right line. Making sure no one broke in front of me...but they usually don't. Nickel Creek Fans are so nice. So as I was waiting not so paitently, the doors opened an hour early! I was so happy that I could actually get in and get a place so soon! So I basically ran into the audience and parked myself right in front of stage left. Right in front of where I knew Sean would be standing! I could breathe a small sigh of relief. I was there and ready to rock out to so called "bluegrass music"

An hour later the opening act finally went on. More on that later on...Then finally I saw their outlines backstage waiting to come out. I saw the end of Sean's guitar and the outline of Sara's skirt. They were coming. They ran out on the stage to thunderous applause as usual..Chris was jumping up and down. So happy to be back in Nashville. I read later that the Atlanta concert was the biggest show they have ever played so our small crowd must have looked kind of wimpy. But it didn't show. They played all of the greats and some new stuff. They didn't talk a lot which disappointed me, but it was ok. Highlights of the show. Chris's coffee speech before Stumptown. Chris's USC song while describing their exciting win over Notre Dame. (We are going to be hearing about that on Monday's Regis and Kelly). Chris's excitement over his flannel shirt. It is so great that he gets so excited over the small things like wearing a good shirt. That is how I am. When I am down, I always say to myself. "Well, atleast I look really cute today." Sara looked amazing in her skirt that I loved. She and Sean both looked like they had lost weight. Good for them! And the best part of the whole concert: SEAN of course. Sean Sean Sean. Somebody More Like You was like the best performance he has ever done. He needs to record an album of bitter angry love songs and go on tour by himself and do exactly what he did at that concert. I would quit my job and follow him all over the US. Angry, emotional, heart-wrenching, DANG Sexy! And the fact that I was right there at his feet made it that much better. So great. I was so close I could reach out and grab his leg. I could read the label on his shirt (it was bilbong of course). I was so close he kept almost hitting me in the head with his guitar and almost stepping on my hands that were drapped on the stage. He broke his guitar string and the peg almost hit me. A guy beside me got his attention and gave it back to him. That is a true NC fan. Most other band fans would keep it as a souviner...but not NC fans. And the best part of the night...really...all of the gratuitious Sean butt shots I got. He kept bending down in front of me or turning around. And really, it was like right in my face. I could have grabbed it. But that would have been bad. I would have felt like Lane on Gilmore Girls when her hormones got away from her and she ran her hands through Mitch's hair that time. So I refrained....but really do you think I would do that...well judging from this blog...yes, but I am really REALLY not like that! But I did enjoy the view.

So overall a good concert. Not one of their best. I think they are getting bigger with this tour. The lighting was a bit too much and the new songs sounded like the album versions for the most part. But maybe once they have a chance to get nice and comfortable and bored with the way they are playing them then they will mix them up!

After the concer I didn't get to stay around and talk but I won't get into that.

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