One Foot on a Banana Peel

Saturday’s concert was awesome!  We left here around 2:00, collected all the girls and made it down to the Post-Gazette Pavilion by 3:30.  That gave us time to tailgate before the gates opened and to walk around inside looking at everything before the concert.  The PGP always has a carnival feel to it with vendors selling snacks, beer, souveniers, cowboy hats and the like….not to mention the games and open-air bars….but with it being such a long event and a lot of kids being there the sponsoring radio station had even more….petting zoo, inflatable games, money booth, etc.  Two of the girls had never been to PGP and two had never even been to a concert so they were all pretty wound up and excited.  The heat (and oh, my goodness was it HOT) never slowed them down.  They found some other kids from home and they all hung out together.

The music was good.  Little Texas put on a really good show and I ended up liking them more than I thought I would.  They have a lot more hits than I remembered.  The Povertyneck Hillbillies were next and I’d have to say the local boys were everyone’s favorites.  They are one of those groups that is poised just on the brink of making it big and they put everything they’ve got into it.  They even spent time walking around the parking lot before hand and in the crowd afterward.  The girls got to talk to them and get their pictures taken with a couple of them.

Mark Wills was really good, too.  Again, he had more hits than I realized, but It Was 19 Somethin’ is still my favorite.  It really captures the childhoods of people my age who grew up in the 70s and 80s.  Clint Black was okay.  He just played and sang by himself with no band.  I’ve never really been a fan of his and I’m still not. 

The night ended with Travis Tritt.  Now that man puts on a good show.  He played a lot of his old hits that you’d expect and a few new ones and right in the middle his band left the stage and he pulled up a chair and did a whole set on an accoustic guitar.  That man can really play the blues!

We got home around 1:00 am, baked, sweaty, smelly and tired, but everyone had a good time….though Tim said Sunday morning that he thought he was getting too old for long days and nights like that.  I might be inclined to agree…..I felt like I had a hangover until at least 4:00 in the afternoon and I only had one hurricane.  I’m not so old and wimpy that one drink does me in.  I think it was just the heat, because did I mention that it was FREAKIN’ HOT?