Sensational St. Paul

Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul is a huge arena and it seemed to be filled to the brim with Keith and Gary fans last night. Even the third tier nosebleed seats were full! I had already missed the ticket pre-sale when I decided the Twin Cities concert was a great opportunity to bring my best friend, an Urban Virgin, to the show since she has a daughter in town whom she likes to visit. So I bought a pair of floor tickets on Ebay and hoped for the best. With every arena numbering their sections, rows and seats differently you just never know where you’ll be until you actually get to your seats. Section C was supposed to be mid-floor and we had seats 13-14 in the 17^th row, so who knew where they would be. Well God smiled on us and gave my friend a first Urban experience she will never forget. The Xcel Center had a short section A, so C was closer than I expected and – hallelujah – seats 13-14 were right on the catwalk!!! We were so tickled, although Joan did not yet really realize just what that meant.

After gushing over that pleasant surprise I noticed something else. There was no person-sized gap between the catwalk railing and the catwalk on the side we were sitting. When we arrived the railing was about 8 inches from the walk but as soon as people started leaning on it it moved even closer. We, like the women I had observed with envy in Champaign, could rest our elbows on the catwalk and, with my arm extended, I could reach almost (but not quite) to the middle of the walk!!! This was going to be extra interesting! I decided later that they are obviously doing this on purpose. Keith and the guys slapping more hands this tour has been a big hit, and now moving the fans closer to the catwalk allows even more fans to possibly get the thrill of a touch and also makes for some great camera shots of fans close to Keith during his kneeling guitar solos.

I noticed that there was an orange piece of tape on the catwalk next to me and I hoped it meant something special. And it did – from the very start. Once Gary ventured off the main stage, he came down the catwalk right to that orange tape for part of Nothing On But The Radio. Emboldened by the actions of all the neighboring ladies on the catwalk, I followed their lead and first felt the black suede of his boots. And a bit later the orange tape marked the spot where he set his stool to sing Life Ain’t Always Beautiful (but my view was!) and those of us nearby gently tugged his pants leg when he was done, trying to get his attention for one of the hand grasps he gave a select few. Never got a hand, but I’ve pulled on Gary Allen’s pants – lol!

I caught a hand slap from Brian (tonight in a purple dress shirt with his vest and tie) after their catwalk trip at the end of Faster Car, and Brad Rice actually handed me (rather than tossing) his guitar pick, so I was getting “touches” right and left, but you know who I was waiting for!

My prayers were answered when the orange tape also turned out to mark the spot for the ROS microphone!! I watched (with rapid heartbeat) Keith’s slow approach as he strummed that long introduction to ROS and came to stand right in front of me, inches away. He smiled as extended arms all along the catwalk stretched out hoping for a touch. I didn’t even have to stretch – that suede boot was smack dab in front of me, so I gave it a rub, remembering how he teased us by pulling off those boots one at a time in that Moline KU-Tube videotape. It was early in the evening and he was singing so sweetly, I was still a bit timid and stood there, enraptured, for the rest of the song, just swiping at the edge of his jeans as he turned to retreat down the walk. But all evening he sauntered first close to one edge of the walk, then across to the other side – by no means staying in the center where he would be most out of reach. I took that as a bit of an invitation! He returned to the orange tape multiple times and by the end of the evening I had twice felt that muscular right calf and was so tempted to reach higher…. .. Joan was snapping pictures all the while – maybe she caught one of my Keith “contacts”. (And here is one of Linda feeling up Keith….)

I noticed during all the shows this weekend the songs were peppered with extra “Sweet babies”, “Pretty babies” and even a “Sweet baby girl”or two. Maybe he is pining for his sweet baby. Also a few lyric changes here and there although at the moment I am blanking on the one or two I told myself to remember for you all. The audience in St. Paul was very animated but didn’t sound quite as good as the Chicago crowd J. There was a bit of excitement mid show when some guy worked his way down the row in front of us (uninvited) and boosted his butt up onto the catwalk. Since he was right in front of me I told him he was blocking my view and couldn’t sit there – no sooner were the words out of my mouth and security hauled him away !! No butts allowed on the catwalk!

The music, as always, was just wonderful, the guitar work astounding! Keith was in fine voice and even sang us a few extra songs (“You’re not ready to go home yet, are you?” And the audience gave a resounding NOO!!!) So, during the encore, they did a long rendition of The Joker, with Gary coming back out to sing a couple verses. (Both Brad Rice and Brian are really getting into their shots at soloing at the mike!) Keith followed that with Billy Joel’s You May Be Right. Midway in the show we were also treated to an extended guitar intro and then rocking chorus of Saturday, Saturday. And following Everybody each night this weekend Keith sang a brief bit of Glen Campbell’s Everybody’s Talking At Me during the video shots of that magnificent tree (any particular significance to that song selection, do you think?)

Keith once again stayed around after the rest of the band left the stage, slapping hundreds of hands. He even jumped off the small stage (into the fenced in area surrounding the stage) to get to more fans that were still standing around that enclosure. And I got a hand grasp on his final return down the catwalk (so at least one touch of the evening was “voluntary” rather than me just copping a feel – lol! And during that brief grasp I got out a “Thank you Keith for a fantastic night!” My newly initiated urbanite friend agreed that it was the best concert she had ever seen. Having begun with catwalk seats though will she ever be able to sit elsewhere? That’s two Iowa Urban virgins that I have induced to travel a couple hundred miles each to their first KU concert this weekend – one to Chicago and one to St. Paul. Have I earned my KU Girl Scout badge yet?

Chicago LOVES Keith!

>Chicago LOVES Keith!!! This had to be just about the most participatory audience I have ever seen in my two dozen concerts – standing, singing, clapping, dancing, yelling – the whole arena was totally into the show tonight and that made it extra special. I had never been to the Allstate Arena before and it had to be the most confusing arena to get to with the worst signage to direct people. Luckily it is big enough and gaudy enough that we finally made it without signs. My sister and I were sitting in Floor 4 – the rear floor as I had expected from the seating charts but quite a few folks around us were surprised and dismayed that they weren’t closer to the front saying that the area we were sitting in was usually labeled section 6 at the Allstate Arena (the third and farthest set of floor seats), not section 4. We were close to the small stage, so that was good.

No security to speak of at the Allstate!! That was really different from most other venues and lead to folks surrounding the small stage and almost totally blocking the aisle early in the evening (and no one shooed them away)! The arena was not yet full when Gary played, but he still got a good response from the crowd that was there. I am enjoying his set more each time now that I am more familiar with his new music.

The break between Gary and Keith seemed particularly long tonight – it was nearly 9:20 when that countdown clock finally appeared on the screen and the response of the audience was thunderous. And the audience immediately began singing along and continued for the whole show. Keith was wearing the same tee that he has worn in recent television spots like GMA– the one with the circle design on the front that I have been trying to figure out the meaning of (anybody know what that circular pattern is about?). As soon as he got into WTBE it became clear that that tee is none too long and when he would lift his guitar over his head as he does at the end of that song and a few others, we were treated to glimpses of skin – side, back and sweet belly – thank you Keith! The wallet chain was in evidence (didn’t happen to notice it last night).

When Keith welcomed the crowd and asked each section in turn if they were feeling good tonight, he of course ended with “down on the floor??” and when we finished screaming he added “And that’s where many of us will be ending up tonight!” J

During ROS he has been lengthening a dramatic pause before the first chorus, with his head flung back, looking up at the ceiling – maybe 10 seconds long before he will sing the first refrain. It is a tease in song format and drives the crowd crazy. The sound of all the audience joining in gave me goosebumps last night. And you should have heard the guys sitting around me belting out all the words of Stupid Boy – it was really something.

It seemed like the energy from the audience was feeding straight into Keith’s fingers on the guitar. Sometimes it seemed you could hardly see his fingers – they were moving so quickly and effortlessly to every possible position on the neck of the guitar while his other hand picked a blur of strings. What amazing sounds he drew from his instruments- he just couldn’t have been better and he was loving every minute.

When the band moved down to the small stage I made it almost to the railing (one person in front of me) so had a pretty good view. I think Brian and Chris recognized me from handing over the fluffy ears last night because I swear they nodded at me. Keith thrilled the crowd with a verse or two of a special song about Chicago. Even though I spent the first 25 years of my life there I didn’t recognize this particular Chicago song – I’ll have to see if I can make out some of the lyrics and search it online. It seemed the microphone on the small stage had a lot of reverb when Keith was chatting with the audience so I had a hard time catching what he was saying because of the echo even thought I was standing just feet away. He had some fun with his introduction of Chris R, repeating everything that Chris does (banjo, guitar, vocals, banjo, vocals, guitar) several times over. After singing Better Half Keith called up onto the small stage the cutest little kid who had colored Keith a picture. The kid looked a little like the kid in Jerry McGuire with big white spectacles and blond hair. Keith asked his age and he said 5, but then corrected himself and said he was almost 5 and a half. Keith joked about not yet being 40 and a half. He asked the boy what he had colored for him (a turkey and a barn) and posed for photos with the cutie – so sweet!!

Before MMOU he asked how many in the audience were single, how many were couples, and then, how many weren’t sure…. Then dedicated MMOU to all who were in love.

Keith thanked the crowd more than once for making them feel so welcome, for making it such a special night, for making it feel “like new year’s eve” – there was so much excitement in the air and finally thanking everyone for the letting them feel the love from the crowd.

The cell phone wave returned during the encore!! and we had fun with it. Keith once again pitted one side of the arena against the other as to where the wave should begin and was amazed at how much rivalry he immediately generated – each side screaming their approval when he paid attention to them and booing the opposing side. When all the cell phones lit up Keith said it looked like “a bunch of horny fireflies!” And “Everybody” was preceded by the reminder that it had been written right there in Chicago with a Chicago boy – Richard Marx. Last night Keith dedicated to everyone in the audience who stayed to “The bitter end”. Oh Keith your concerts are sweet, sweet music and time with you!! We'd stay forever!

Keith once again stayed behind long after the rest of the band had left the stage, slapping hands and even signing a guitar for someone. I think he was out there moving to all areas of the stage and catwalk for nearly the entire length of that reggae song they play once the lights come back up (Let’s get together and we’ll feel alright!) And feel alright we did – sad that it was over but very definitely satisfied!

Urban-a Heaven!

>Now don’t you think that since Keith was going to play at the University of Illinois they should have played up the Urban-a instead of the Champaign??? Okay, so the arena was technically in Champaign, but I kinda like the idea of being in Urban-a. Anyway it was one terrific start to my 3 day Urban adventure. My ride down from Iowa went a little faster than expected so daughter Sara (who is getting her Masters in Engineering at U of I) and I had time to catch some dinner at an interesting Noodle Shop before heading over to Assembly Hall, a quite impressive space-ship shaped basketball arena. Although it looked big from the outside the arena was actually rather intimate compared to most of the venues Keith has played lately, The catwalk had to be shorter than usual and there were only a total of 17 rows of floor seats next to the catwalk and small stage area – I think that is less than half the usual number. Although I had “Floor 4” seats they were really seats on low risers set just beyond the small stage, in front of the regular first level risers, just elevated enough that we had a great view over the heads of the standing floor crowd.

As soon as we arrived I had my Monkeyville passport stamped and renewed my membership (only $20 – less than what they charge online, with the extra bonus of a chance at a first row seat upgrade). We didn’t win but I was quite pleased with our seats anyway. I was convinced that DJ Debonair was not there tonight – I could not locate his “Twin Disks of Love” or whatever Keith calls them – usually lit up somewhere near the stage – but enjoyed the fact that the opening music included more classic rock than is sometimes the case. But Keith did end up introducing DJ later, so I’m not sure where he and his equipment were hiding.

Gary put on a good set and seemed to get a good response from the crowd. But once he finished it didn’t take long for fans to line the sides of the catwalk, anxiously and excitedly awaiting Keith’s arrival. The left side of the catwalk, from my vantage point, appeared to not be fenced off from the walk – several of the gals had their arms or elbows resting on the walk itself and all night long they appeared to be within easy reach of Keith as he sashayed by – they kept catching his pant legs etc throughout the evening. I didn’t get over to that side to see how the set up differed from usual.

A new addition (new to me) tonight – a huge countdown clock which appeared on the big video screen one minute before Keith came on stage – counting down the seconds (and tenths of a second) until the starting beats of OIAL. The clock worked to whip everyone up in a frenzy.

Keith was looking so good – I do love the blond highlights and the less styled hair and is it my imagination or, with the hard work of this tour, are his legs getting lankier? And boy those cameramen are doing lots of butt shots – I think they know our weaknesses! He had on the usual dark tee, grayish jeans and a heavily studded belt; there was some faded writing on the back of the tee that I could not make out. Keith was wearing a couple special bracelets – a blue one and a silvery gray one – on his left arm, likely something he received from fans at the BSE, but I couldn’t tell if they were supporting some cause. Brian was dressed up again, like he was on GMA – long sleeve shirt and tie and nice looking vest.

They did She’s Gotta Be again tonight!! What a treat to see a song I haven’t seen done in years and a fantastic guitar solo to boot. He also went out into the left risers during YLGIMS but tonight the ladies seemed to be relatively respectful and well behaved. I noticed he played more facing up towards the risers rather than facing down towards the floor like he did in Wilkes-Barre, for example. When facing up towards the risers it is harder for anyone to grab him around the neck from behind as has happened at a few of the shows, so it might be quite intentional. He treated the crowd to his medley of classic rock guitar riffs before transitioning into YLGIMS – he looked like he was having so much fun as he did that – just little kid delight beaming from his face with each new bit he performed.

I had brought a pair of fluffy feather “ears” or antennae in U of Ill colors along and when the band came down to the small stage I made it up to the railing and passed them up to Chris McHugh. He put them on and posed for several pictures, but then tossed them back rather than keeping them on. My spot by the rail turned out not to be too good though, once a cameraman came and blocked my view, so I had to move a bit further away to be able to see Keith as he played MMOU and YTOM. Keith scolded security for hassling the fans gathering at the end of the small stage – told them to leave the fans alone and let them stand there. During the encore, while playing Better Life from first the right end, and then the left end of the stage, he also welcomed fans down from the risers to come stand down on the floor for a while! Go Keith!

Both Keith and Gary threw out an abundance of guitar picks to the audience. The guys were all playful as usual. Keith and Jerry again did a “slow-motion” charge at one another at the beginning of WWWBM – this time from more distant points on the stage so the slow run was really funny. Also tonight the guys all gathered at a single mike to single the closing of the song.

The applause and hoots of approval from the crowd were especially loud and the arena was a-twinkle with cell phones as we urged the band out for the encore. No extra songs during the encore this evening (and hence no re-emergence of Gary)– maybe they are heading out immediately to spend a night in a Chicago hotel. Keith did a little bit different “thank-you” to the crowd when he talked about this last year and all the emails and cards he received - he said he was he was moved by how many friends he apparently had in Illinois. Keith also did a new variation in his wonderful performance of Everybody – instead of the “Everybody needs somebody – somebody like you” that he has been singing at the end of the song, tonight it was “Everybody needs somebody – like I need you!”, gesturing to the audience – really nice!!! He stayed quite a while after the closing bows, going to the stage edges and down the length of the catwalk to slap more hands and on the way gathered many gifts, posters and other offerings from the fans. It was a terrific evening – making me hungry for more. On to Chicago!

Detroit Was Dandy!

>Our First Surprise

A Keith concert in Detroit was an ideal time to visit my daughter Jen who goes to the University of Michigan. She collected me at the airport and we headed straight for Auburn Hills in heavy traffic. We spent the afternoon watching the Michigan-Michigan State game at the Post Bar, across the street from the Palace Arena. Happily Michigan pulled out a win from the close game so Jen’s spirits were high. We took the shuttle from the bar to the arena about 7:00 and found, to our delight, that not only did we have 8^th row seats, but we were immediately next to the catwalk rather than on the aisle as we had initially been told!! I was ecstatic – I will have to have my daughter Sara (who bought the tickets for me because I was on Capitol Hill when they went on sale) do all my Ticketmaster transactions! One thing was different about this venue – they had about a 30 foot square fenced area (no chairs) beyond the small stage. Since this is where a crowd would usually gather when they do their set at the end of the runway, I’m not sure who got to enter that region. There were about a dozen ladies standing there before the start of the show but I lost track of it later in the evening.

Not the Backstage Experience I Wanted

We didn’t have any luck finding country radio stations offering BSE passes, but I ended up going backstage – unfortunately not to see Keith. As I entered the 8^th row to go to our seats, my shoe caught one of those folding chair legs and I went crashing to the floor, hitting my face on a chair post on the way down. I laid there stunned and in pain for a few moments and security came rushing over. Nothing broken, no blood – just a very sore face, but security wanted me to fill out an accident report and be checked out by medical. So backstage I went, passing within touching range of that long rack of guitars (I didn’t touch since I was being escorted by security), then down a long hallway, passing all the drums of the drum corps, to the infirmary where 3 people fussed over me. The doctor checked my face bones and mouth and gave me a pain reliever and an icepack. I told him I would have to change my concert sign to “Keith please kiss my boo-boo better,” My cheek is swollen like a chipmunk’s this morning Lol

Gary Allan Was Great!

I thoroughly enjoyed Gary’s performance – he looked quite hott tonight, has some great moves, is definitely going to be a contestant in the cute booty contest, and sang several of his hits as well as two from his new album. He had a rather elaborate 8 foot platform with stairs that he began the night on, and several fancy glowing candlelabra. They also began pumping out not such the usual smoke machine but fragrance as well. During Gary is smelled a little like Bob Dylan’s patchouli but later, during Keith it was more sweet vanilla or butter rum J Gary did a few songs from the catwalk just a few feet in front of us. He wore nicely torn jeans decorated with copper metallic painted designs, gorgeous silver jewelry pieces, and the longest snakeskin or alligator boots I have ever seen - the toes actually kind of curled up at the ends.

Our Main Man

It is disconcerting to me not to have that growing, glowing, beating heart on the screen as Keith’s performance approaches. The music during the set-up break also included some new songs and no one had a sense of when Keith was finally going to appear. I kind of miss the more structured anticipation. But then the DJ finally played that New Radicals song that I did recognize as one of the last before the OIAL. And there he was – so rising platform, no walk down a ramp – just there at the front microphone, playing a sweet acoustic version of OIAL that I really loved. He was initially backlit but not the glowing white background of previously; then the lights finally came up (a little later than with the album style OIAL) and the crowd went crazy.

Keith was in excellent spirits and kept poking and butting and rabbit punching the other band members when they drew close for their little guitar interactions. He seemed ever so slightly husky in voice sometimes – I heard the Grand Rapids show went 2.5 hours – and I did notice that he avoided singing the highest note and ooo-whoos during the evening.

But if he was feeling at all under the weather he didn’t otherwise let it affect the energy he put in the show. He gave us all sorts of “specials” during the night and we do so appreciate it Keith. I kept wanting to shout “Entertainer of the Year” at the top of my lungs with each little treat he provided.

He, as usual, thanked and welcomed the crowd , asking each side, and then the rear of the arena how they were doing or were they feeling good. Then is finally directed his question to us “Down on the floor” and after our cheering stopped he said it again in his “dirty” voice “Mmm, down on the floor” and one of those sexy chuckles.

In the midst of the usual start of the show line-up – after being down on the runway for ROS – he played a new long, beautiful guitar interlude which I didn’t recognize. He, and now Brian and perhaps the others guys, continued to play it as he moved back to stage and then it suddenly evolved into an utterly rocking version of “Saturday, Saturday” – he was jumping and stomping and just burned that guitar up. What a treat!

When they headed to the small stage and Keith did the usual introductions down there, he started laughing because, the night before in Grand Rapids, apparently Keith cut his hand and bled all over Brian’s guitar. It wasn’t until they got down on the small stage that they noticed Keith’s blood what still there on the guitar.

The high school (I think) drum corps (who are staying in my hotel) received band assistance as they played last night. I’ve never noticed this happening before, but last night Brian played one of the drums in the drum corps!!!

At piano time Keith treated the crowd to a very twangy country version of “I Was Born in Saginaw Michigan” – he got through 3 verses but then had to sing that that was all the words he knew. So much fun. He also did his usual playful interaction with the crowd with the chords that elicit a big “Charge” from the audience and the usual Violent Femmes bit . This time when thanking everyone for sticking with him this last year he described this last year as crazy but “the best year of my life” and thanked the crowd for their part in that.

The special treats were not over yet!! Keith was in such a rocking mood that when he put on his guitar and began the intro to YLGIMS he went off on a bit of famous guitar riffs and phrases that went through perhaps a half-dozen greats. Some were ones I knew but can’t immediately name for you – I’ve have to replay my video of it to catch them all – but I think he played some Hendrix, some Sweet Home Alabama, Smoke on the Water, Walk This Way, Stairway to Heaven, and a couple others I knew but have not yet identified. He braved the left risers during YLGIMS and nearly got himself strangled by all the hugs and rubs he received – good thing he has good security guys but more than once during the night he (with good reason) said “Detroit – you guys are crazy!!” He nodded and acknowledged signs but really didn’t read any to the the crowd, He slapped lots of hands (Yes once again I am typing with one hand so as not to lose my essence of Keith – I also caught a feel of his guitar strap at one point when he took off his guitar as he passed me.). He was so close so many times – I wanted to rub his boots, his pants leg, touch his guitar or arm as he knelt right in front of me for his WWWBM guitar piece, but I didn’t want to scare him away from my spot on the runway so those times I just stared (and grinned like an idiot no doubt).

We also got an extended version of The Joker with one or 2 verses sung by each band member except Chris McH – Brad Rice was really funny, Brian had a surprisingly sweet voice and Gary Allan even re-emerged to sing a couple great verses. The sonh ended with Gary, Keith and Jerry all out mid-runway singing together. Super, super, super! They must have played at least two and a half hours – what a wonderful evening!!!

Life's Challenges

This summer I had a hard time explaining my coast to coast, summer long Keith Urban Road Trips to family and friends. ”You’re traveling where for one night?” “You’re seeing the same show how many times?!” were common responses. How does one explain that it is so much more than seeing a show?? I tried to tell them about the musicianship, the man, the community, the experience. I quoted them lyrics from Days Go By and These Are the Days as I tried to get them to grab the gusto with me. But I have to admit that, deep down inside, even I was shocked at myself and the abandon with which I sucked up every moment of Mr. Urban and his music that I could. I was surprised that I had given myself permission to do what I really wanted to do rather than just all those things I felt I should do. Well, many of you have expressed, from time to time, in different ways and in different words, that things happen for a reason. That our actions are guided in ways we may not see or understand. Perhaps that was the case for me this summer.

The irony of it is that I have been feeling just great, positively joyful. Inspired by and infused with the music these last two years I have more pep in my step, I can’t keep from doing sit-down dances in my car, and if I am not singing, I am humming, whistling, smiling through my days. I think even my doctor noticed it when I went in for my annual check-up. She commented that there was not a trace of my asthma, my blood pressure was perfect, and she was tickled that I had dropped 35 lbs. on Weight Watchers. So I really thought my sister was being a worry wart when she made me promise to go the extra step and get the colonoscopy that they recommend for those over 50. I did it just for her, squeezing it in 2 days before my last summer road trip to Worcester and Uncasville. And, unfortunately, I found ‘the rock that is mine to carry’ for a while – I have colon cancer.

On Wednesday they will tattoo several spots onto my body under CAT scan guidance– sort of an “X marks the spot” for the daily radiation treatments I’ll get for the next 6 weeks. Thursday they will surgically implant a drug delivery system for the daily chemotherapy. In November they will remove a hopefully shrunken tumor and start the post-op chemo.

So I am thinking now that this summer was not just an extravagance, but a way to give me strength and a reserve of wonderful memories to focus on during some rough months ahead. It was a chance to stockpile some quality time with my daughters and my sister. I am so glad that I “lived it” while I could, but I’m bound and determined that my “days have not gone by”. In fact, if the predictions about the second leg tour dates are right, if there is any way I can muster it you just might see me at a concert, singing with my chemo pump hanging around my neck. I think there might be a good concert sign opportunity here…..

Get your recommended health tests!

So Far So Good

Got my CAT scan targeting yesterday and India ink tattoos to point their ol' Flash Gordon radiation guns at - not bad except for having to ride back and forth through that CAT scan donut with my bare butt sticking out. I asked for flower or butterfly or guitarmonkey tattoos but they only offered – really now - X's on both hips and my tailbone. Today I got a drug port implanted. Very nice nurses kept coming through my pre-op room asking the same medical questions. The third time I was asked what I was there for hubby had me tell them a tonsillectomy :) Although the surgeon did give me a hug, he did nothing to ease my shaking when he talked about running a lead wire through my heart to guide the catheter from the port to the vein! But luckily they used very good drugs! :) so I was quickly in la-la-land (but not before a surgical nurse identified herself as a former student!) They had pre-treated me well so I woke up almost immediately afterward surgery with no aftereffects. So what does a gal do after having something implanted in her chest? I got my hair done! Can't shower tonight so why not let someone else wash my hair and give me a nice scalp massage? And I ended up next to a woman who was saying "I wish I knew when Keith Urban was going to be in Minneapolis!" Was she in the right place or not!??:) - I told her what I knew from the boards and the Star Tribune. She let slip the words " I think he is addicting." so for sure she was one of us! Since I was feeling pretty good Hubby finished off the evening by taking me to "Wing Ding" for dinner - all the local bars and restaurants that sell wings "compete" offering everyone 2 of their wings to contrast with the others in our "town square" park while a great blues bands provides the music. Mm mm good and rootbeer floats besides the harder stuff to boot. Good thing the doctor said no more Weight Watchers until after treatment! If only this a sign that it all won't be that bad!!

So Far So Good Part 2 Well I am nearly done with 3 weeks of chemotherapy and radiation treatment, with 3 more weeks to go. So far it has been much better than I expected, so that is good!! But I wish they had some sort of “buddy system” in treatment where they paired you up with someone who successfully made it through each step, who could give you the inside scoop along the way. Because not knowing what each step will be like that is part of what makes it all so frightening. The night before my treatments started I was lying awake in bed at 3 AM just shaking all over with those nerves of fear and uncertainty. Would it hurt? Would I be vomiting? Would I be unable to be me? But the next day, when they hooked the portable pump to the medication port in my chest to deliver a 5 day-at-a time constant infusion of my first anti-cancer drug, it was fine. Yes, wearing the pump around my waist or on a shoulder strap around the clock is annoying and cumbersome – especially in bed or when I bathe. And I continue to feel the needle and want to scratch the itchy adhesive patches that hold it in place. But so far no side effects from Drug 1 (5FU), so hallelujah! After a few days I decided the canvas belt and pump carrying case offended my fashion sensibilities, so I hit the sales and discount stores and bought several small, long handled purses in different colors, so my pump is now disguised as a fashion accessory! I imagine my students may still notice the narrow plastic tubing that runs from my shoulder bags to under my blouses, but it still makes me feel better. Radiation, too, is much better than expected. Ominous big machine and scary noises as they zap me from 3 different directions, but the worst part, thusfar, is lying there bare butted each day in a room full of radiation technologists. No big side effects there yet either – knock on wood! And I spent another wakeful, worried, nervous night before they introduced a heavy hitter second drug (oxaliplatin) in week 2 – one which I have to get infused over a 3 hour period in the clinic each Monday. But they have apparently learned much over the last decade about helpful premedication. I get a half hour i.v. of long-lasting anti-nausea meds first and with those in place once again this treatment hasn’t produced side effects except in one very weird area. For 3-5 days afterwards I cannot eat, drink, touch or breathe anything cold without risking some very uncomfortable sensations. The drug manufacturer actually supplies patients with gloves for taking out refrigerated food, a blanket to keep in your car, and a scarf to keep you from breathing cold air!! I experienced just a small sample of “cold dysthesia” as they call it when I pulled a cold tomato out of a restaurant sandwich and it triggered electric shock like tingles shooting up my finger tips. So I have to watch that I don’t do those things that are so habitual, like drinking the ice water in a restaurant, washing my hands in cold water, or grabbing something out of my fridge or freezer. Now they say the effects of chemo and radiation build or accumulate over the weeks of treatment, so I may not be as lucky during the three weeks ahead. But I am trying not to let the “not knowing” freak me out yet another time. I’ll get a “break” between these treatments and surgery - a break which, happily, corresponds with the reasonably close concerts in Keith’s second leg! So I have tickets for Detroit, Chicago and St. Paul and won’t even have to wear a pump around my neck! And though I’ll still have a long road ahead of me at that time, I’m hoping that break will bring back a little more of the old me for those weeks. Because right now the cancer-me has a pretty strong hold - dominating from my first thought in the morning to my last thought at night – always casting shadows on the simple pleasures and joys of life that I should be trying to enjoy to the fullest. Perhaps Keith can be my exorcist and send those shadows flying, at least for a while! Back to top

Two Weeks to Go!

I see the light at the end of the tunnel as far as my pre-surgery treatment goes!!

I can tell the side effects are getting stronger but hope they won’t be able to get to me in these last 2 weeks. I’m having to figure out what dosing regimen of the different prescription meds they gave me will keep the now more frequent nausea at bay. I have only actually gotten sick once – unfortunately just as I was going in for radiation. But I had time to tell them they better put a bucket next to the table and they did (and backed away quickly!). Happily I felt much better after that (or the drugs finally kicked in) so hubby and I actually did dinner and a movieJ.

The scariest new side effect is occasional muscle spasms that briefly cramp my hands or toes into stiff claws. It first happened when I was signing in to see John Rich perform at the Frank Thompson rally and suddenly could not hold the pen for a few seconds. The next day it happened while I worked on my computer. Freaked me out a bit to say the least. Doc says air conditioning may be triggering this as part off my over response to cold. So even though we have had summer weather lately I broke out my driving gloves and put pairs everywhere – at work, in the car, in my bookbag, so I can wear them wherever it seems cool. No more episodes for a few days.

I think I have mentioned I have some very sweet and helpful nurses taking care of me during chemo and radiation. But I haven’t told you that one is a little bit like a 25 year old Keith with short hair – Josh is blond, blue-eyed, built, really cute and kind. He prepares my pump each week. And ladies, he has to tape and untape things to my chest a couple times each week. Naturally there are no raggedy old bras being worn to treatment these days – black lace, sky blue, pale pink as the mood strikes me – the closest my lingerie comes to Victoria Secret…. ;)

My blood indicators of cancer have dropped by about half in the first 3 weeks – yay!

I go to Mayo Clinic in Minnesota for a surgical consult Nov 6 but won’t be operated on until after Thanksgiving to give my body a little break before the new challenge.

My BFF (as they would text it) just told me about one of her colleagues saving (and showing her) her eyelids in a jar after she had eyelid plastic surgery!! Even though I am a curious scientist I promise I will not keep anything in a jar after my operation!!

Counting the days to Nov 3, Nov 15, 16, and 17 concert dates before I go under the knife!!

Oh My! Magnificent Mohegan!

Well if my glorious summer long KURT has got to come to an end, today and tonight’s totally fantastic incredible concert was just the perfect way to bring it to a close. What a special day! It began with Keith getting his star on the lobby floor of the Mohegan Arena – a lovely blue star – bigger than Toby Keith’s and Jon Bon Jove’s nearby stars and with the nice touch of the lettering being based on Keith’s signature, I think, rather than regular printing. Although only those fans who made it to the very front of the sizable crowd could really see much of Keith or the brief ceremony (and shake hands or touch him as I’m sure you will hear about!), at least one of our fan group used her front position to get a great video of it all. I knew I couldn’t stand in the crowd over an hour ahead of time and still be able to stand throughout tonight’s show so I opted for riding up and down the escalator across the lobby about 6 times during the ceremony so that I could catch a few snaps over the heads of the audience when I was mid-escalator!

That gathering brought together members from several boards that I had been waiting and hoping to meet – what fun getting to know everyone and taking multiple photos together, with different subgroups getting drinks and/or dinner together. I won’t name them all because some have different screen names on different boards. All special ladies (and a hubby and a daughter) – so nice to now have faces and voices and laughs to go with the “personalities” I was already familiar with.

Then it was finally showtime – or so we thought – but someone had goofed (Mohegan? Ticketmaster?) when listing it as a 7:00 show – it was actually a 7:30 show, and the crowd was getting antsy when the doors did not open until 6:30. The Mohegan is a smaller arena seating only 10,000 when there is not a catwalk and second stage – so had a much more “intimate” feel to it than many of the venues. And after all our worrying there WAS a catwalk and second stage (hallelujah!) so we were all so excited and pleased!! More good fortune because I just happened to have a seat next to yet another board member I had hoped to meet! We visited a little before and after the Wreckers. I was torn between staying there in a pretty nice middle lower riser seat, or going down to the other rear floor seat I had never successfully sold because no one expected a catwalk. Now this second seat was about 5 seats from the very end of the catwalk! I decided to head down to that floor seat after the Wrecker, hoping for a few close-up views of Keith on the walk and second stage. Turned out to be a great decision as I’ll explain in a minute.

Tonight Keith played a guitar I didn’t remember – a rather bright greenish-blueish one – I believe it was during Blacktop but I’m not completely sure. He was dressed in brown this evening and was in a particularly goofy mood, really hamming it up on stage. It seemed he was into making faces and funny expressions tonight. I can’t recall them all but especially liked the couple quick eyebrows raises and conspiratorial look he gave the audience before he made his “charge” towards Jerry during that little guitar “duel” at the beginning of WWWBM, and also liked when he decided to stick his puss way up close to the camera when one of the camera guys was filming one of his kneeling at the edge of the stage guitar solos. He also on several occasions put a little extra country lilt or upward inflection of voice at the ends of lines of some of the light hearted songs. I was impressed, as always, at how he could go from the raucous, playful voice that he used in YLGIMS one minute, and then, in the very next song, accomplish perhaps the most beautiful rendition of TIWC of the tour – what emotional vibrato, that quaver in his voice does me in every time – with just a bit of an extra piano prelude before TIWC to help him switch moods!! How does he do that??

I must go back to YLGIMS – Keith walked through the audience tonight!!! Not the path he used to take, but instead up one of the staircases into the lower risers and then continued to sing YLGIMS for a bit from the risers, interacting with those surrounding him!!! And he wasn’t savaged so maybe we will see more little walks in the future. Then when he arrived back on the stage he collapsed onto his back and did some of his “laydown guitar playing” : ) so all sorts of goodies from the past are returning. So much fun to have those extras!! He seemed so happy and excited all evening – we got several “oh hell yeses” tonight and he broke out laughing several times (laughing at himself most times). But he was serious as times too, making a couple mentions about being “detoured” from his last Mohegan visit and apologizing to those who had traveled there last October, thanking everyone for sticking with him.

I must say I had good timing tonight. Each time I knew a bit of catwalk performing was about to occur I was able to slip out of my floor seat row and move up to the rail surrounding those techies that sit near the small stage for an even better view of ROS, the catwalk ending of Faster Car and Better Life, part of SLY and his back to back return to the stage with Brian Nutter. And then I managed to be the first one to arrive at the small stage when they came down for their set there, so I was positioned on the rail right in front of Keith for those 3 songs. I felt like he was singing right to me (and I’d like to think there was some eye contact there!). Although I mostly stared at the passionate singing of Mr. Gorgeous, I also noted from that close up view that Chris M. burns incense by his small stage drums! And that Chris had a red, white and blue stars and stripes maraca tonight during Better Half.

No cell phone wave tonight although cell phones were out in good numbers. The crowd was very loud and active tonight and Keith thanked us for making it such an incredible night. During Better Life, when he moved to stage right he motioned for a little girl in a cowboy hat to some up front. She was so short I couldn’t see if she got a hug or a kiss, but the crowd roared their approval. Chris M. also got a big hug from Keith during the final bows – not sure what exactly sparked that..

“Everybody” seemed especially beautiful and touching tonight – I had tears rolling down my cheeks by the end. I’m sure it was the extraordinary delivery and the beauty of his expressive face on that screen, but also, no doubt, that it was the final song of my over-the top Keith journey (for now!).

Worcester-YLGIMS!! & He Looked Great In HIS!!

Yes – the much requested YLGIMS is back and several other change ups tonight. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Flew into Providence and drove to “wooster” but that town confused me and I was lost for a while before I found the arena and my hotel. I DID find 2 Urban virgins (one of them 6 years old!) to give a couple of my extra tickets to. Also tried to give one to an elderly woman standing alone in the box office line but I think she thought I was a shady character. Ah well – I tried!

DJ Debonair played a few different songs during set up today – including “We Will Rock You” which got the crowd stamping and singing. The DCU Center appeared to be pretty full – even the nosebleed seats in the third level.The seating was set up a little differently. It looked like they had a few seats (4 or 5) on either side of the catwalk – seats that would have been part of floor section 2, and then there were narrow aisles separating those seats from the bigger main floor sections 1 and 3. Some people in sections 1 and 3 probably thought they were next to the catwalk and weren’t, because of those section 2 seats. They also had the catwalk edged with tube lighting which they have only done at some of the shows (I know there were no tubes in Green Bay when I was right next to the catwalk.) Those tubes glow with red light during YTOM – I didn’t notice if they lit them at other times.

Keith was in good spirits and gave us several drop dead gorgeous smiles during the evening. ( In fact throughout the night I kept hearing groans and moans of delight from different ladies in the audience when Keith moved a particular way or they showed a particular yummy shot of him on the screen) He said he was “bloody glad to be back in Worcester” where I guess he played with The Ranch (he told his 6 people came to see them story). He said he was so glad the audience tonight came to see them rather than Justin Timberlake (who is apparently in town as well)- lol. He also recounted the very long journey he had to get there from the remote town where Nicole is currently shooting.

Early on there were a few little technical problems. I don’t think they had his guitar mike set quite right at first so Keith made several adjustments to the knobs on the unit he wears on his belt in back. And then a mike got away from him just as he was getting the audience to respond to his “Yeah, yeah, yeah” calls. But he takes it all in stride - the consummate performer!!

Tonight was Brad Rice’s birthday so of course we sang happy birthday to him – they didn’t say how old he is. The band did a little shorter set on the small stage, moving ITYS to the main stage tonight. I liked that because it was a much more boisterous ITYS – more like the album – than the acoustic ITYS they have been doing. I thought that number was really fantastic tonight.

Then he omitted ICSLY and did YLGIMS instead, which naturally got a big reaction from the crowd. ( No gals up on stage but he did point at gals in the audience when singing his little “you look might fine in my skinny wet teeshirt” lines)

And another blast from the past – the wallet chain was back!! I enjoyed Keith leading into DGB with a big “Oh hell yes!!” when the crowd immediately responded to the opening rhythm with cheers and claps.

He didn’t read any signs outloud, but did give a big laugh ( in the middle of a song) at the sign of a gal a few rows in front of me which read “70% Deaf – Let’s Read Lips”

I happened to be sitting next to the husband of that woman and he was not too pleased to be at the concert, but was there “to support his wife”. I had hoped Keith’s guitar wizardry would win him over by evening’s end, but he still looked pretty grumpy when he left (can’t win ‘em all!).

Cell phones were very in evidence tonight and this was one of the loudest crowds I’ve heard when calling Keith back for an encore with resounding stomping on the aluminum risers of the DCU, screaming, yelling Keith, Keith, Keith. We did do a very nice cell phone wave – I was glad because I missed it in Green Bay. He was funny when he told us this was the one time in the show when we could sit down (to do the wave) without looking boring and stuffy JHe sang Blister in the Sun again tonight but made the mistake of continuing on for a second verse, realizing too late that he didn’t know the lyrics (I’m not even sure there is a second verse!) so he had to improvise with “I don’t know the words but then you probably don’t either” as he was singing.

It was another warm sweaty night for Keith – I just love his when he flaps the front of his shirt up and down, playing peek a boo with his sweet belly. (I’d be happy to wipe his brow and neck, fan him, run ice cubes up and down his body – whatever it takes!!) When all the guys came out for their final bows Chris McHugh was feeling frisky and was kind of doing the bump with the guys on either side of him. And lately Keith has been making a final walk to each end of the stage after that last bow, waving to each part of the audience and showing his thanks to the crowd. Tonight he even blew a kiss!! : )

Mmm Mmm Memphis

Memphis: A Cautionary Tale and Who Was That Masked Man??

When I originally decided to go to the Memphis show I only bought a pair of tickets because my daughters did not yet know about summer jobs & plans. When the 4 of us decided to make it a "Girls Weekend Out" I had to search for 2 extra tickets. I bought 2 singles from 2 different Monkeys on the .net board. I have bought & sold tickets there before, but I guess I should have been more wary when one of the 2 Monkeys told me about the problems she had had with a male Monkey that tried to scam her and not pay for the tickets. She had had to call Ticketmaster and have them cancel the original tickets and re-issue the tickets as a result. Well Friday I met her at the FedEXForum in Memphis to get my single ticket from her and she was nearly in tears because the box office was saying that her ticket, her daughter's ticket and my ticket have been sold on Ticket Exchange by someone else, so those seats are no longer available. Apparently TM had not successfully canceled the tickets earlier so the guy did, in fact, scam her and sold them even though she had re-issued hard tickets in hand. The box office and TM (after several calls) said that nothing could be done (essentially saying it was her fault for being duped rather than their fault for not canceling the tickets when they re-issued new ones).

Obviously she and her daughter weren't happy and I wasn't happy - I now had one daughter without a ticket!!! So should we start approaching the scalpers lurking around the arena? Can we even afford what they will charge at this time?? Well I don't know if the distress-filled exchanges with the box office were overheard, or whether the box office personnel called someone else after getting our bad news from TM, but all of a sudden a gentleman in a black suit coat wearing a Keith Urban pass of some sort around his neck, shows up and hands a pair of tickets to the woman and her daughter, saying "Don't worry - you are going to the concert, here are some tickets!" She looks stunned, thanks him profusely, almost bursting into tears again, but then looks at me standing there. She says something like “Thank you, thank you so much but is there any way to get a 3rd ticket because we were scammed out of 3 and this woman came all the way from Iowa to see the concert?" Well the gentleman had no more tickets in his pocket, so he initially said "Sorry, I don't have any more tickets to give you." But I guess our sad faces were too much for him because then he changed his mind and said "Oh, okay - let's go buy you a ticket." And went to the box office and bought me a ticket!!! Of course all of these tickets were upper level - all that was left at that point - but at least we had tickets. I thanked him over and over and he said "No problem, I will "expense it" but then added "Just remember - those tickets came from Keith Urban!!"

(My daughter went down to see the lower risers where she originally was supposed to sit during the break after the Wreckers. There was an empty row just behind those seats where she was able to stay for Keith’s performance.)

More Magnificent Memphis

My Memphis internet connection is as slow as a southern drawl so I don't know how this will go, but I'll try adding a few things to what others have said. I agree that Keith seemed fully recovered today - his vocals were outstanding and I didn't notice any signs of his cold when he talked. He was so exuberant, happy and good natured. The fans were wild for him and I mean wild!! Not only was there a sea of signs (Keith commented on the number) and oodles of fans trying to slap his hand or touch him along the catwalk, but some succeeded beyond their wildest expectations (I imagine). There was the group that grabbed arms and feet when he knelt down on the catwalk - I think he had a little bit of trouble breaking away. And then the woman in about row 2 (on the RIGHT, so no, it wasn't sweetestpea I don't think) who somehow managed to leap completely up on the catwalk just as Keith was heading down it ! She fully grabbed him in a tight hug!!! He managed to extricate himself, smiling, and went merrily on his way down the catwalk. (She had the good sense to count her blessings and retreat back to her seat rather than being tempted to follow him). And during the encore (I think), someone close to her (maybe row 3) - probably emboldened by the earlier successful "assault" on Keithy - climbed up high enough on the catwalk rail that she was able to get a good handful of Keith's bottom and give it a good squeeze as he made his final return down the walk. Even then, he just jumped a little in surprise and looked back over his shoulder at her, laughing. (lots of jealous fans who wished they had been so bold as these ladies, I'm sure!!)

Other tidbits - Keith added a little "Sweet Baby" in the middle of GIRTT; He not only called Nicole before the encore at both St. Louis and Memphis - he told us he held up the phone towards the audience so she could hear the screaming and clapping of all of us that wanted more. He once again included a line about Brad having a lot of hair in the midst of Better Half and when particularly delighted about something in the show (can't remember if it was the phone wave or something else) I, for the first time heard Keith respond with a big "Sweet!!" He sang a bit of Walking in Memphis from the small stage which delighted the audience. He wore what I imagine was one of his favorite old tees last night - too faded to read and with a tiny hole in the shoulder; Brian had family in the audience last night whom Keith acknowledged. The crew is still working out little spotlight problems - maybe because Keith moves so much. Last night Keith briefly played to the left risers in the dark until the spotlight found him! The confetti again included hearts. Keith built a little suspense during one song on the catwalk by slowly pacing down, pushing the microphone ahead of him, bit by bit, down the runway ( with every row thinking "Stop here, stop here!!") He does seem to be changing his location a bit each show.

Meet Me in St, Louie

>Your "roving reporter" has arrived in downtown St. Louis with daughters. We drove down to the Arch, circled the venue 3 times, then went over to check into our hotel in the very cool Union Station. Coming from the parking lot we had to ride what looked like a little service elevator and when we got out, who should be standing there but guitarist/mandolinist Sweet B (Brad Rice)!! I asked him for an autograph - he looked shocked that I knew him but gladly complied and offered that I had just missed the other guys! (shucks!) I asked if he was heading to soundcheck but he said "No - that's at 4:00" but I wasn't thinking fast enough to ask what they all were doing this afternoon!

1:00 a.m. Woo Hoo! I am finally back from another terrific night but am plum tuckered out so a full review will have to wait. (I'd like to see a review from the fresh eyes of missourigirl anyway!) But I do have to say that the Keith Karma that was with me early today continued! My 3rd daughter's flight did not get in until 5:00 so we didn't make it to WIL radio's pre-party and giveaways as we had planned. But we did arrive in time to see a big crowd at another station’s ( "The Bull" – not sure of their call letters ) tent in front of the arena. Each of us grabbed one of their yellow raffle tickets. At 6:30 they drew for who would win BSEs with the Wreckers, ticket upgrades, and BSEs with Keith. Well, here we are, probably the only Iowans in a sea of St. Louis folks, and my youngest daughter has the winning ticket for a PAIR of Keith Backstage Experiences!!! She looked totally stunned but claimed the passes and the letter with the LPATWCT heart on it telling her where to go. But I have THREE daughters there - and two passes. Annie, the winner, certainly gets to go, but who else??? My daughters, sweeties that they are, initially say that Mom, who is head over heels about Keith should go. Much as I would have loved to go I tell them I have had my BSE - one of them should go. We flip a coin to make it fair and my oldest daughter (the first real Keith fan in our family) wins, which seems kind of right. Annie and Jen rush off to the fast approaching BSE rendezvous. Good luck continues to shine on them - they end up in the middle of their photo group so that both of them get to be next to Keith!! But they worry about the missing sister throughout and Annie uses her chance to ask a question to request that Keith sign a special autograph for her sister who couldn't attend (which he does, addressing it to Sara:). He sings It's a Love Thing to them and confesses that he caught a "hellacious cold" from Nic while in wintery Oz. (He later apologizes to the arena audience for sounding "like a back-up singer to Mr. Snuffleupagus" :) Although he was a little hoarse in spots he put his all into the show and didn't slack up one bit - the aussome showperson that he is!! Meanwhile, during the daughters' BSE, I am back in the arena with the losing daughter who is not taking it well at all. She may be a college grad but is not yet grownup when it comes to Keithy matters I guess. She wept until the concert started, attracting the attention of several security guards who probably thought she had been robbed or assaulted. She still isn't speaking to us!! (oh well, she's only 22 and I guess older women than that have been sore losers when it comes to not meeting Keith) Hopefully she will cheer up tomorrow! Even my Keith excitement will not keep me awake much longer (ready for some sweet dreams) so I will end with the sign that Keith said was the wackiest sign he had seen and insisted that it and the guy holding it be shown on camera: "Hey there Mate - Slap some of that sweat on me so my wife will really go for me!" Keith shook his hand and laid down on the catwalk to take a photo with the wife! More tomorrow!

Salutations from St. Louis!! Here are some bits and pieces of our concert experience at the first show after his short trip back to Australia.

I imagine this is a function of the venue, but one of the first things I noticed when entering Scottrade Center is that they had several more merchandise booths (good, I guess, because then there are shorter lines) as well as “program venders” set up in the corridor itself. I splurged on the beautiful (but pricey) collection of tour photos. Also St. Louis had rose venders, so we saw quite a few roses (as well as a big bouquet) given to Keith throughout the show. Scottrade is a big venue and does have nosebleed seats. Keith made a point of thanking the audience that was way up high and spotlighted them when he was on the small stage. As usual he also thanked those who traveled a long way to get to the show, but last night he added that he so appreciated those of us who drove for hours just to come to a show, only to have to drive back again – nice! Last night I mentioned the “Slap some sweat on me sign” – I don’t believe he read any others out loud but he acknowledged others with nods and laughs. It was also a big night for fans handing things to Keith (rolled up messages, cards perhaps, a poster size message (with small writing), etc. sp he had quite a pile of flowers and other things up on stage.

It was rather warm and humid in the arena (even the BSE was sweltering according to daughters) – Keith used his “sure is hot in the hot tub” line and toweled himself several times during the show. (I kind of like watching him towel his hair and neck – kind of like a glimpse of Keith coming out of the shower - lol ) ! For a while I could of sworn he had added silver balls to his earrings, but perhaps it was just beads of sweat! (Nope – the silver balls were there in Memphis too!)

How that man can sing and joke and strut and play the heck out of that guitar when he is sick is beyond me! (some of us can hardly be civil when we’re under the weather). He did a fantastic job and if I didn’t know his voice so well I may not have noticed the occasional hoarseness or slight differences in tone. The crowd certainly was with him all night and he noticed. He called the left risers “the rowdy crowd”, later told everyone he appreciated us being in such a good mood, joked with some fans that they must have started partying pretty early. Someone yelled out “I love Nicole” when he made some comment about catching his cold from her and he responded “Well we have a lot in common then!” He also had fun with the band as usual. They really cracked up when he sang “I ain’t slept in quite a while” in Faster Car (probably because he just got back from Oz last night ). He inserted a line in one of the small stage songs about Brad’s crazy hair, spotlighted the “Cue-balls” – Chris McHugh’s 2 boys were in the audience right next to the small stage so Keith brought them up on stage. They look SO much like Chris – really cute. So nice of Keith. I sure wish I had caught the even longer little “rap” that Keith did while introducing Chris Mc Hugh.

Two things were new to me last night and I hope it is not just because I was oblivious to these details earlier. No hat on Brian last night – instead he had bleach blond hair! (was that the case before???). And when the band was on the second stage both the stage and the catwalk were edged in bright red tube lighting – did I miss that before?? I forgot to mention that as the show was about to begin lots of fans gathered along the catwalk and I wondered whether there were going to be some unhappy fans who had catwalk seats that were then blocked by the crowd, but it seemed that security dispersed those standing at the edge of the walk.

There were a few little technological problems but Keith stayed in good spirits when the spotlights briefly wouldn’t go off for his cell phone wave and sang us a little technological problems refrain when his piano had a bad string or something before TIWC.

Although I never seemed to have my camera ready for some of the little gems of the night (like Keith bending down to bite the stem of a rose a woman held in her mouth by the catwalk or later bending down to kiss a hand or head (couldn’t see)) I did catch him playing his guitar with a rose in his teeth. But I missed him backing up the entire length of the catwalk with Brian butting his head against his back the whole way.

Keith you were a real trouper last night and put on another great show!!

Great Night in Green Bay

It has been a wonderful night for all who went to Green Bay Concert #2 and an extra special night for me. I am having to type this with just my left hand so as not to wipe any of the essence of Keith off the right one : )!! But more about that later.

My sister, who I am trying desperately to infect with urbanitis, accompanied me up north to the world of Cheeseheads. We did pass a couple cheeseries (is that a word?) and a volkswagon painted like a cheese on our journey. Things are different here – funny turn lanes, 3 wheel bicycle cabs, and other cultural distinctions I noticed during our trip. But the Resch Center is a nice venue – no nosebleed seats, and, as usual, the catwalk extended way farther than the venue seating chart has suggested, making many folks happy. There was a good crowd for the second night in town – not absolutely sold out (the far end of the arena had empty seats) - but everywhere else appeared to be full. And like Iowa, there were no sitters in Wisconsin – the entire arena seemed to be on their feet for Keith’s full performance.

The Wreckers changed their set tonight. The first 2 songs they sang I had not heard before – one was about “Different Church, Same Songs” but I don’t recall the other. They also performed Tennessee tonight, which they have been omitting lately, instead of “Cigarettes”. There was a little onstage performance flirtation between Jessica and Jason. My only complaint was that their sound seemed to be turned up quite high, so my ears were ringing by the time they finished their set.

It seemed like it took a little longer for the crew to set up for Keith tonight, or maybe I was just extra anxious. But in fact the whole audience seemed infused with an electric anticipation. Several times there were screams or excited “its starting” murmurs running through the crowd long before the heart began to grow on the video screen – so much so that periodically people would stand up and look around to see if they were missing some beginning that others were seeing. Kind of reminded me of the vibe in the crowds the year that Kenny Chesney began his shows with a surprise rising out of the floor in the center of the arena. Tonight it felt like people were just wired, expecting that Keith might surprise them in a similar way.

For the first time I was seated immediately next to the catwalk in row P. Oh my what seats those were!! Since it was my first time next to the guardrail surrounding the catwalk I started out the evening by checking it out. Could I shove that rail any closer to the walk? Nope – it is one sturdy fence! Can I climb on the rail to get a little higher? Yes! Nicely the vertical bars are spaced a foot’s width apart and a horizontal bar near the bottom (which I could stand on, if precariously) would get me up another 8 or 9 inches. Could I reach the catwalk? Yes – but just close to the edge. I was ready to make the most of my position!

Keith was wearing his favorite shirt with the tiny holes in the shoulder and some scrumptious jeans, smudged with what looked like brown dirt down the legs, but fitting oh so well. He said he was happy to be in Green Bay for a second night, that they had had a great time cycling through the beautiful countryside, and he loved riding in the state that manufactures Harleys.

The setlist was the usual but tonight, in particular, I was happy to be able to predict most of his ventures down the catwalk. When they made their first trip down the walk (is that at the end of Faster Car?) I hopped up on my perch as they were about to return to stage, stuck out my arm, and YES – got a slap/squeeze from Keith!! I was so tickled – jumped down and just kind of held out that hand, grinning, for my sister to see ( and she is laughing at me – probably looked something like a kid proudly holding out that first bloody lose tooth that finally came out!)

I never realized just how much “traffic” there is in that little space between the catwalk and the guardrail. Cameramen and staff people are scooting up and down that path throughout the evening. I first noticed that when a crouching staff person crept up along side me with a microphone stand, paused until the right moment, and then lifted it to the catwalk right in front of me. OMG !! I was exactly at the spot that Keith was going to perform ROS. I turned to my sister in amazement, explaining “He’s going to sing right here!!” I couldn’t reach him in the center of the catwalk but, my god, were my eyes touching him all over. Wonderful song, wonderful sight, I was torn about whether or not to let my camera come between us at that intimate moment. I was so shook up my voice wavered and cracked when I was trying to do my best when he asked us to sing. I could feel the beats when he drummed the ROS rhythm on the body of his guitar during the last chorus. I felt that I was living (in a positive way) a bit of Roberta Flack’s song (“ I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the sound, I felt he found my board posts, and read each one out loud” ) .

Time for the set on the small stage. Keith thanked Wisconsin for making them feel so welcome and then confessed that, he doesn’t know why, but he is feeling particularly nervous and a little off balance tonight. Well, you certainly couldn’t see any “nerves” in his performance tonight!! It was so cute though– when Keith said he was nervous Chris McHugh got up from his drums, walked around the edge of the stage and gave Keith a big hug! Keith thanked him for “helping to re-center his chi.” Lol Perhaps Keith was feeling a bit off because it was darn hot in the arena. He asked us all if we thought it felt like it was 96 inside and said that it was so humid he thought it might rain inside the Resch Center! I felt bad for him – he is always both “hott” and “sweaty, hot” but tonight he was totally dripping. By the end of the show he was waving the front edge of his shirt up and down trying to cool his belly (just should have taken the whole shirt off!!) When he introduced Chris McHugh today Chris had sparkly aluminum-y antennae on and Keith could not help but laugh and make some soft comment (something like "and here’s Chris McHugh in silver ears"). He briefly read and joked about a sign (Kiss me- my husband says its okay), saying he first thought it said he should kiss her husband. He laughed at, pointed to and otherwise acknowledged other signs I couldn’t see and also complimented some audience members on the teeshirts they had made. At the end of ITYS I knew they would be heading back to the mainstage, so once again I jumped up and reached up as high as I could. My spot on the runway must have just matched Keith’s stride because – hallelujah – he once again slapped my hand as he went by!! A double dose of Keith contact, what a night!!

He once again did the I Can’t Stop Loving You guitar solo from the rising piano pedestal, gracefully leaping down afterwards to then sing Tonight I Wanna Cry. He did a very nice fairly long piano introduction before getting to the song itself. I’m not sure if the camera shots during TIWC were different tonight or my close encounters with Keith just cranked up my awareness to an even higher than usual level, but tonight I was mesmerized by the video screen close-ups of his lips brushing, caressing and pressing against the head of that microphone for the longest time as he sang those sad lyrics. I could not look away. Whew – it is not just the arena temperature making it hot in there!!

During WWWBM I once again felt cameramen creeping by me next to the catwalk, just as Keith was getting us all to sing along. I looked up at Keith and he is briefly backed (on the video screen) by a picture of me singing. Those sneaky camera guys!

Another Wisconsin difference – virtually no cell phone lights!! Us Monkeys or experienced concert goers in the crowd got ours out and tried to prompt the rest of the audience with absolutely no success. And it was not that folks weren’t cheering and screaming and clapping uproariously – they were – just no phones. This was obvious to Keith when he came out for the encore so even though it took a while for the crowd to stop screaming he did not bring up the topic of a cell phone wave tonight. I wonder if that was also the case at the first Green Bay show?? I missed the wave, especially since I had told my sister to expect that fun interaction.

There once again was a big band ending to GIRTT, with Brad Rice doing a bit of a guitar solo. In Better Life Keith made one last trip to my row P spot on the catwalk (thank you sweet prince!) I tried to pass him a Violet Crumble bar that I had brought along (with my “I’m Sweet On You” poster) but no luck. Or should I say no more luck, because I was definitely blessed with good fortune during tonight’s great show. Now I have to figure out how to take a shower without washing the Keith off my hand..........