My first concert was Suzy Bogguss at the Utah State Fair. My first arena concert was Brooks & Dunn, with Blackhawk and Little Texas opening. I stood front row at a Tim McGraw concert and touched Billy Ray's hand when I finally saw him live in 2002. Despite these and many more wonderful memories, the concerts I go to lately are more of the indie rock variety.
So I was psyched when my friend, Jen, text and asked if I'd go see Charlie Worsham with her. She explained he's a country singer she had discovered from an episode of Bones. I didn't even need to listen to him before saying yes. I was thrilled at the idea of going to a country show.
To make things even better, I quickly found out that I love his music.
Sadly, Omaha is apparently kind of a lame scene for concerts. Exhibit A:
Despite the fact that people were chatting (yes, carrying on conversations) during the set, Charlie was really incredible.
You'll notice in this video that Charlie points right at me. Jen swears it was at her, but come on. I was the only person singing along, he saw me, and he acknowledged me. Total connection.
Omaha music fans get a D- for this concert, but Charlie Worsham? A+! His tour comes back through in March and he'll play in Lincoln. I kind of want to go...