The Thursday Morning ``Nobody-Asked-Me-To, But-Here-I-Go-Anyway” Concert Review – Brooks & Dunn, and Alan Jackson.

(an abbreviated version, due to time crunch this morning)

(Oh yeah, also knows as Why I Will Never Be A Professional Concert Reviewer…)

Yee-Haw, pardners! Last night the missus and I went country, with a couple of Nashville’s biggest touring acts. Acts that we have already seen perform live, even though it would have been 18 or so years before, for both of them…

The old Saddledome was bootin’ and scootin’ with those ole guitar-pluckin’ buckaroos Brooks & Dunn. These cowboys have more hits than Barry Bonds, and we heard a lot of those last night. We last saw these fellers when they had their first or second album out, so much has happened in the interim. They were on their game, and from our vantage point up in the rafters, the crowd on the arena floor was on their feet for the whole dang show. Two belt buckles up, for a mighty fine bit of entertainin’…

Then Mr. Cool himself strode out onto the stage, Mr. Alan Jackson. Last time we saw him, he had an inflatable rubber juke-box slowly spring to life, during his hot new hit of the time. Last night, when he performed the same song, a digital jukebox rotated on the three split screens, so what can you say – times change… Pretty darn cool, if you ask me.

Again, this guy has more hits than William Tell had holes in apples, so it was a challenge to hear every one that we had hoped to. But he did an admirable job squeezing in what he did over the course of his energized, peppy little set. He just has this “aw, shucks” personality that the crowd soaks up, charms the pants right off of them. We were too far away to see anyone pantless in the crowd, but you can bet your Bippy that there were many.

I could go on and on, but we’re rushing out the door extra early today, so let’s just say this would have put a smile on the sternest steer’s face.

Ride ‘em, cowboys!!

Chow for now!!