Gingersoul, listen up, sweet pea. This is for you.
Several times in my life I’ve had experiences that leave me shaking my head, and thinking, how bizarre.
About two years ago, my daughter and I went to see Keith Urban in concert. It was going to be a fun mother-daughter activity, and I was really looking forward to it. For those of you who don’t follow country music, Keith Urban is currently one of the biggest stars in Nashville. He’s a very profficient musician, and about as sexy as they come. Pun intended. Just be patient.
At most concerts, you have to sit through an opening act that serves as a warm-up to the main event. She was fine, a pretty much generic blond female country singer. I remember she knew how to yodel. That was kind of cool because I haven’t ever been able to figure out how one learns to make such an odd sound.
At the start of KU’s set (that KU thing right there is fan lingo), he sat on a stool behind a screen. Just the man and his guitar. He played and sang the first few bars of the opening song, and then the screen rose, the drumbeat began, and he and his band rushed out onto the stage, and the crowd went wild.
When the drummer began playing, right at that moment, something I have never experienced before, happened. As one, the three thousand (I really have no idea, but it was a lot), or so, women, including yours truly, drew in a deep breath and let it out in a big whoosh. I’m telling you, the sigh was audible. It moved through the crowd, like one of those wave things they do at football games, only without the arms. The energy was physical. I felt it. I almost turned to Daughter Dear and asked her if she felt it, but stopped just in time. No way was I going to admit to my baby girl that I thought I had just had a mini-orgasm.
A group orgasm. Pretty cool, eh? Oh, not one of those “hold-me-down-I’m-dying” orgasms. Just a very tiny one, that gets your attention, and makes you go “ooh!” I think female SoulCasters may understand what I mean.
I’ve seen the very tasty Mr. Urban in concert four times, and it only happened that one time, more’s the pity. I always appreciate getting my money’s worth, and believe me, it was worth every penny.
