I really don’t care for music concerts. Because, basically, I really don’t care for loud music. And I am no fan of large venues. Seeing a performer I like in a small venue can be really enjoyable, but the stadium experience is just not for me. J learned this very early in our relationship. He LOVES attending concerts; along with sporting events, they are his favourite form of entertainment. It was a major area where we did not mesh.
Before he got the Atlanta gig (btw: four weeks down, two to go) he bought tickets for himself and L to see Lady Antebellum and Darius Rucker. Last night was the big night, and it fell to me to take her. (I tried bribing The Boy to do it, but he could not be persuaded.)
Do I like country music? I do not. Did I bitch and moan to my friends about having to battle rush hour traffic to get downtown on a school night for hours and hours of loud music that I don’t know, in a genre I do not appreciate? I did. I admit it.
But I went, and tried really hard not to be a wet blanket about it. Our seats were great. L had a blast, and thanked me profusely for taking her. I had to admit that this was basically pop, not ‘COUNTRY’ country, and not that different to a lot of the contemporary folk music on my Pandora station. I mean, it could have been heavy metal or hip hop (in other words, way worse).
So yes, I survived. Ear plugs helped. But I still don’t really like concerts.