History repeats itself, they say (stop it you they people) and I’ve certainly repeated my history too many times to count. I better just not even bother making a list. First part of September sometime, I learned that Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood were coming to Salt Lake City for the first time in like 17 years. As a teeny bopper I listened to Garth Brooks’s greatest hits cassette tape like it was going out of style the next day (side note: the cassette tape had already gone out of style, but I like to hold onto the geezer technology ways for as long as possible… plus my parents were still playing their record player, so I couldn’t see them buying my butt a CD player… as if their hair follicles were made of million dollar bills!) Also, Trisha Yearwood is like one of my voice idols and I pretty much owned every single last one of her CDs after I had turned 16 and got a job to pay for them.
I convinced Madre that we needed to go (although she was NOT as excited as I was) and so we geared up to hop on the computers the morning the tickets went on sale. I pride myself on being a ticket snagging queen… I have specifications of what kind of tickets I want (aisle seat, on the floor, no nose bleeds allowed), and I’m pretty persistent in getting my way in that regard, but Garth Brooks tickets… that’s a whole ‘nother beast in and of itself.
Madre and I hopped on the computer at 9:00 that morning to get in the invisible online ticket que… even thought the tickets weren’t to go on sale until 10:00. CoughcoughGEEKScoughcough… that’s kind of like hanging out at the Star Wars convention invisible chatroom. When 10:00 hit, we tried every trick in the book, getting seats, putting them back, getting back in line… etc., ad nauseum… waiting for the precious aisle floor seats to pop up… but they never came. Every seat we got on 3 computers and 2 phones was in the upper bowl nosebleed section in the middle of a dagnabbed row. PASS!!! They added 2 more shows to the 2 they started with and still the same results… nosebleed, nosebleed, nosebleed. After a few hours, we finally gave up the ghost and I decided to try to talk myself into not wanting to go. Weeks passed and I had convinced myself it would be a hassle to go anyway. Totally talked myself out of it. I truly did NOT want to go. It was during this time that Madre decided she REALLY wanted to go… we usually agree on things, but never at the same time.
The day before the 4 concerts began, we hopped on KSL Classifieds, found us some dagnabbed seats (NOT on the floor, but aisle seats and lower bowl would have to pass), and so I went through my usual anxiety process of deciding I might not go anyway… what if the seat was too small… too much trouble… too much traffic… too too too too… Such is the life of my brain every time I go anywhere right up until I’m actually sitting at the event. The seats? FREAKING AWESOME…
Oh hi, Big G! Plus, the seats were the ones without arms and padded, not the usual stadium seating… how lucky could a ball of anxiety gal get?
By the by… if you were wondering… Garth Brooks can put on a dang show, sons and daughters. Firstly, he’s like the Energizer Bunny on 12 different kinds of caffeine and a no-doze IV. He spent nearly 3 hours sprinting around the stage, jumping onto dangerous scaffolding and throwing water at the audience… all while still singing. Uh… I could barely hold my phone up to take a picture while singing, so I have no idea how one does all that in this altitude!
It happened to be this past Saturday, Halloween. So, there were a bunch of people wearing costumes… 2 rows in front of me sat an older lady dressed as Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother who was overly excited every time someone wearing a costume walked by her and had to take a picture of them. I’m not sure who she was there for… the costumes or Brooks/Yearwood. Either way, she brought in all sorts of illegal substances as well… a gallon-sized water bottle from home filled with some sort of mystery “juice.” Probably prune juice… Cinderella was big on that.
About halfway through, Trisha Yearwood appeared straight out of the floor to sing her duet with Garth, In Another’s Eyes. It was a surprise to Garth (re: his reaction in the video below) that she happened to be dressed as Elphaba, the wicked witch with green skin from the musical Wicked.
Not gonna lie… it was a bit weird hearing that magnificent voice come out of a green face. But, I support all colors of voices… puke orange, purple, green… It’s not easy being green…. so says Kermit. My only complaint… Trisha didn’t sing long enough! She had 5 songs and an encore at the end. I guess I’ll just have to dig out my 85 CDs and listen to those instead.
For anyone who wants to experience Friends In Low Places. Note the falling paper streamers at the end!
The finale… green-faced Trisha dressed down singing Walk Away Joe while Garth accompanied her on the gee-tar.
We interrupt this concert recap to bring you cute Baby Weird-Hatted Fireman BoBo. He had a shift at the fire department Halloween night, so I’m sure that’s what happened to the hat.
… and scene…
Was it worth the anxiety and the ticket issues… as they say in Cowboyville… yer darn tootin’ Trudy! One of the best concerts I’ve been to (on par with Celine Dion). I’m not sure if Madre would agree… tell the people Madre? Brooks/Yearwood… don’t make it another 20 years before you come back to SLC again! You can leave Cinderella’s Fairy Godmother in the fairy tale, though.