Tuesday, April 10, 2007


Four hours.

Last Thursday, Vince Gill played for four consecutive hours.

At 9:45 p.m. people started getting up. Not because the show was over, no no no. Because it was intermission! At 9:45 p.m!

What could I do in four hours? I could take a long nap. I could watch two movies. I could clean my house and yours. I could drive from Nashville to Atlanta.

And moreover, who would I rather have heard play for four hours? Let's see... Well, for starters, there's ANYONE not named Vince Gill.

I guess we got a bargain. If you divided it out to dollar per minute, this concert was a steal. And it was at the Ryman, for crying out loud. Anyone sounds good in the Ryman.

He had 15 musicians backing him up. There were six guitars playing. Two keyboardists. Three percussionists. It was a musically delightful show. But then you looked to the center of the stage... and there was Vince Gill.

Thank goodness the Ryman sells adult beverages. If not for that glass of Merlot, I am sure I would have acted out. The only way to enjoy Vince Gill - and I am using the word "enjoy" VERY loosely - is with a glass of wine in your hand and your mother by your side having the time of her life (at least someone was).

Four hours. It wasn't a contest, Vince. As far as I know, you weren't participating in any sort of record-breaking dare. Why did you play for four hours? The concert was billed An Evening With Vince Gill - you weren't kidding! That took up my whole night!

I get tired all over again just thinking about it.


  1. i think i just threw up a little.

  2. next time you go to Vince Gill, save yourself the pain and send my mother instead!


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