Last night Matt and I had tickets for JAMES TAYLOR! I've been patiently waiting for James to tour again and I was stoked to find out he was coming to Cleveland. I snatched up tickets when they went on sale and we had great seats. Row 8 baby!
The first thing we noticed was that we were pretty much the youngest people there. I think we counted 5 people who were noticeably younger the entire concert. It was a different kind of audience than the concerts I am used to attending, but it was a welcomed change. I only saw one drunk lady dancing in the aisle and we got to sit down almost the whole time which I enjoy. What can I say? We fit right in.
James was on tour with Carole King. Before the concert I honestly knew nothing of Carole King. She was more of a person to "deal with" until I got to hear my love perform. But in reality, the woman rocked! She is an amazing singer and songwriter and I ended up recognizing a ton of her music.
One weird thing about the show was that they had an intermission. Yeah. I was like, um, this isn't a theater production people, this is a concert. Matt and I thought of two reasons for this:
1. It's no secret these two performers are not as young as they used to be. Perhaps they really did need a rest?
2. They recognize their audience and know they will have to go to the bathroom at least once during the show. (As a side note, when I suggested this, Matt promptly stated that he needed to go to the bathroom. Yes. I am married to an old, old man. But I sent him out for curly fries so I figured I scored.)
At one point after intermission when it started to get a little late for these early birds I said, "Okay, I just want to hear Fire and Rain and then we can go." Want to know what started literally two seconds later? Yep. Fire and Rain. Then I promptly said, "Just kidding!"
Overall, we had an amazing time. They did an encore with their band and then even ended up staying on just the two of them for one final song. I'm not sure if it was my crazy baby hormones running wild, but I actually got a little teary eyed. I felt like I was watching something truly special. Something so many people will never have the opportunity to see. I mean who knows how long this guy will keep touring?
But me, my husband, and our little baby got to experience James in person. And it was spectacular.
And now I am insistent on naming our baby boy James Taylor. (Hello! He would already have the perfect lullaby written for him...Sweet Baby James!) I want to call him Jimbo. Or JT. Not to be confused with JTT of course. For some reason Matt is opposed Ah. I have months to talk him into this.
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