We approached with great anticipation our concert outing Saturday evening. We had been planning for months to see Mark Schultz in concert with the big kids, my BIL and SIL (aka 'the neighbors'). Reed and I've seen him numerous times, but he hasn't been in concert near us for quite a while. With the inexpensive ticket prices, we knew it was time for us to take the kids to the show.
They were giddy with excitement and talked and talked AND TALKED the entire drive, which was a little over an hour and a half. Being their first concert experience together, they were eager to see what Mark was like in person.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that I get giddy as a schoolgirl every time we've gone to see him. He is a hoot to listen to during his set because he fills the time between songs with stories and his comedic personality.
He's married and has a new little son who was born just after Greta, so he's got a lot of new material to share. He's working on a new album and played for us a song he wrote for his son that will be on that album. *Love* it and I see it as Father-Daughter dance material for wedding receptions, for sure.
I was reminded again why I love
I'm finding that I'm left with a melodious hangover of sorts today. I'll have to keep cranking up the music to relive the concert experience over and over again.