Anyway, this was my first concert at Verizon. What an awesome venue. I think I read where they can hold 24,000. We didn't really even have that much trouble getting in and out - though we left at the first encore. And the weather was great. I even ended up putting my hoody on. The weed was a bit overwhelming though. We smelled it the minute we opened the car door, and a big group right in front of us and beside us were passing joints ALL night long. Man... I'm going to have the munchies for a week!
Other than that, and long port-a-potty lines, it was a great night. Steve Winwood opened, and I think I actually liked his show better. I'd forgotten how many popular songs he had, and I looove his guitar playing. Plus I was still able to lay down and listen to Steve. Once Tom started it was standing room only.
Petty was Petty. There is no pretense with him - he's not much of a showman, but just plays a song, thanks people for applauding, and plays another song. He did a solid 2 hours, after Stevie played for one. Tom reminds me of many of the people I used to hang/work with back home. Plus he's kind of a slow talker like me, so I feel a certain bond.
We did see a few people we knew. When we were entering we saw two people who used to attend our church. I wish they still did. I always really liked them, and can't remember now why they quit. We also saw the father of a friend of Carrie's who is a Fort Wayne school teacher. Of course Carrie ran into people she knew about 20 feet from our car, and she had all kinds of friends there.
It was actually a bit of an emotional evening for me. I wasn't expecting that. But most of my favorite Petty songs were from the 1979-1981 era. That's when my best friend (also my best man) and I listened to 'Damn the Torpedoes' nonstop. So it brought back a lot of memories about him. I think I've blogged before about the freakish way he died. And it was also during that time - on the fourth of July - when Jane's dad died. So when they kicked in with "Even The Losers" I started tearing up immediately. What a poor sap I am -crying at a danged Tom Petty concert. Anyway, I thought about my old friend for quite awhile after that; and Jane's dad.
Here are some pictures I took with my phone...
Our view of the stage. And this was before it started. There was no green showing once the music started.
A crowd shot. We were in the far left of the outfield, about halfway up the hill. We had a nice view of the tv screen.
It was a nice night, and a good concert... but for some reason I remember thinking at one point that a little bit of a dream might have died. I don't even know what that means, really.