So, Garth Brooks was great, and there’s a banner in high places to help us remember our friends in low places.
Many country songs are about drinking and while we don’t begrudge anyone their refreshments, it’s the constant libation migration agitation. Now I sound like the Honky Tonk Bar Association. Thanks, Garth.
I’m talking about the people who interrupted great songs three times in one concert to go out to get more to drink.
Then, they come back, walking slowly now because their hands are full as we miss a couple more lines to let them squeeze by.
Then it’s time for them to go out again and come back in, again.
I came to Rogers Place and paid a good buck to watch the concert, not watch my feet as they repeatedly inch by.
And, how does the girl feel who got beer splashed on her from behind?
It was the same thing when I went to River Cree to see Travis Tritt.
After several interruptions for a beer run, we looked around for some empty seats and moved to where people actually came to hear T R O U B L E.
So, what is the answer, allowing a six pack at the start of the show, or, what’s your better idea?
Let me know what you think.