Living the Dream (Red Rocks version)

My folks spent most of their working years toiling away in the music business. As far as concerts go they’ve done it all. So when I asked my mom what her favorite concert of all time was and without hesitation she replied, “Neil Diamond at Red Rocks” it immediately added the mythical venue to my bucket list.

Today, after 20 years of want, I can scratch this off;  Michele and I saw Sturgill Simpson play at Red Rocks! It was positively amazing. I had read so much about how incredible and pristine the sound is but to actually hear it is another thing all together.

The wait was worth it and the hype is real.

Admittedly, I was pretty disappointed to find that Sturgill isn’t touring with the horns or strings that were so prevalent on Sailors Guide to Earth (not to mention, one of my favorite things about the album). But good gawd they rocked out every song with just a 4 piece band. Clearly, it’s a new direction, but a direction that I can get behind.

Wha-hooooooooo-heeeeew!

For a portion of the concert, it was just Sturgill and a guitar. Between the music, Michele, and the stars it was blissfully ethereal when he sang Just Let Go and Breakers Roar.

Woke up today and decided to kill my ego

It ain’t ever done me no good no how

. . .

Oh my God it’s so beautiful

Everything is a part of me

It’s so hard looking through all the lies made of wool

But if you close your eyes it becomes so easy to see

 

 

It’s so easy to drown in the dream

Oh, and everything is not what it seems

This life is but a dream

Shatter illusions that hold your spirit down

Open up your heart and you’ll find love all around

Eleven years of awesome

So thankful to still be hanging with my best friend after 11 years of marriage. I have no idea how it all has gone by so fast, but we’re in this for the long haul and just enjoying the ride.

I love you, bolo.

All thumbs, none of them green

My grandfather was a farmer. He had an amazing garden that took up more than 2/3rd of his back yard in residential Friendswood.

I remember constantly eating fresh tomatoes, corn, and cucumbers that he had grown. Now it’s our turn to give it a shot (despite the fact that I completely lack the green thumb that came so naturally to my grandfather).

Today we build a box of dirt.