In Other Words with Dave 

We brought our own chairs. We sat, we enjoyed, we left. It was another fun concert experience at Heard on Hurd. 

This summer concert series has been a bright spot in an otherwise disappointing string of concertgoing events. In June, Alison and I bought tickets to Neil Young. We planned a midweek getaway, drove through Texas traffic, settled into our Airbnb, and then Neil canceled the show. He rescheduled. We rescheduled. Then he canceled again. Grrr. 

We like to say we saw Elton John on his farewell tour, but we mostly saw a performance of inebriated ladies dancing in the row in front of us. We call it our “Glimpses of Elton” show. 

At Elvis Costello, I splurged on front-row tickets, thinking we could control our viewing experience. We had a great view, but it was a truly awkward experience. The guy behind us played drums on our seat backs and showered us with spittle from his off-key singalong performance. Yuck. Post-concert Covid test. 

Over the Fourth of July weekend, we saw the Doobie Brothers. They’ve been playing the hits for 50 years. They’re old, and we’re all kind of old. Can we all please sit down and listen to the music? Nope, apparently we all need to stand – the whole time. I’m sure there were a few heating pads and Motrin afterparties. 

Aside from the remaining Hurd concerts, we’re going to give old rockers one more try. We have tickets to go see CAKE this weekend at the Zoo Amphitheatre. Yep, general seating – in a field. Gee, I hope I don’t get a rash.