And I'm probably going to sound like an old geezer. But I need to bitch about something.
I went to a concert tonight. Keith Urban and Taylor Swift. I won't say how much the tickets were, let's just say they were a considerable amount. I don't know the hierarchy of road crews, so I don't know who is responsible for the sound system. Whoever it is ought to get his or her ass fired for incompetence. The sound quality was absolutely horrendous. Loud I expect. I love loud music. I love loud live music. What I don't love is listening to a sound system that sounded like listening to a radio station that isn't quite tuned in. It reminded me of those I-have-a-big-dick car stereo systems. Too much bass makes my butt buzz, and not in a good way. Vibrators are one thing, but when my ass buzzes because the sound causes the wheelchair frame to vibrate, well, it just pisses me right off.
That being said, it was after all a Keith Urban concert. So how bad could it be? This is the seventh time I've seen him in concert, and it just freaking never gets old.
Plus it was a Mimi-mother-and-daughter girls night out. We tend to be more than a little irreverent -- more about that in a future blog -- and she makes me laugh so hard, I practically tinkle in my pants. Either way, it was a night for butt-related issues.
