We were pretty close to the stage, but not so close that we were jammed in when the concert really started pumping. Well....as "pumping" as a Jack concert ever gets. It was pretty mellow but perfect for me. I was singing along like I'd known the songs for ever. Even Bryce Bubble was swaying his hips around to a few songs....which meant he had had enough wine...or really liked the music. Or both.
He put on a great show (Jack, not Bryce) and even his opener Matt Costa was great. If you haven't heard the song Mr. Pitiful (by Matt Costa), check it out. Very fun and poppy. My brother Tim would not be one to enjoy it as much as I.....but thats okay, Tim, right? It's been a few years since I was only getting musical influences from your tape collection.
WE watched a 4WDrive competition on the day of the concert which was pretty neat. Pretty much looked like dune buggys going for gold in mud pits and trying to get out of steep ditches. And then all of us "lay-folk" cheering and yelling when someone succeeds and gets out of the mudbog without having to be craned out. Pretty weird actually, but fun. Felt like what crash-em-up derbys must be like for the spectators. "You only get your money's worth if you come home with mud on your face too."
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