A few weeks ago, my husband and I went to the Tim McGraw concert, courtesy of my husband’s work, at the USANA amphitheater. Because of the horrendous traffic that usually accompanies major acts, we were stuck in the middle of a long line of cars for an extra 40 minutes.
By the time we got to the concert, we had missed the first act (The Band Perry), and it was well into the second warm-up act, Luke Bryan. As I looked around at the jam-packed grass area where there was nary a space to stand, let alone sit, two things dawned on me: The people were there to get down, get drunk and get dirty. Maybe I should have found a sitter for the kids.
I couldn’t help but notice all the stares as my husband and I clutched nervously to our two small boys, making our way around sweaty bodies and sloshing beer to a small patch of grass at the top of the bowl. People were probably thinking, “What the heck is she doing, bringing a baby out here?” It took me all of two milliseconds to wonder the same thing.
To make matters worse, my 10-month-old decided it was the ideal time for an evening meal and started screaming and pulling on me incessantly. Reluctantly, I pulled out my nursing cover and tried my hardest not to look anyone directly in the eye (although I’d arguably be showing about the same amount of skin as some of the other girls).
Now I’ve been to or have sung at more than 100 or so concerts in my life, so I know what they’re usually like, the type of people that usually attend, the atmosphere. But either I am so far out of the loop these days or things have changed drastically in the past three years since I’ve had kids, but this was definitely not a family-friendly, God-fearing, feel-good type of concert.
Actually, there were lots of people being very friendly around each other, but not in an appropriate, wholesome way.
I think what took the cake is when my 2-year old son was watching a group of scantily clad girls with wide, curious eyes take Luke Bryan’s advice literally on his hit song, “Country Girl (Shake It For Me),” and then try to copy some of their dance moves.
It was time to go.
I was disappointed. We only heard about two Tim McGraw songs, both of which we caught walking back to our car.
I guess I’m probably more on the same page with the Taylor Swift type of fans.
Have you ever taken your kids to a concert? Do you think they have grown worse over the years? Why or why not?