I guess chronologically is good.
After I left work, we went and got Bailey's stitches out (finally). We ran a few more errands before we left town. My car does not have the same stereo connections as Tandra's, so we were unable to put my cd player in her car. Also my transmission was virtually destroyed, the guy said, when he got inside it. So that really is a transmission that lasted 13 months. I'm selling that car.
We picked up my brother and hit the road. The drive was rainy and crappy, but I enjoyed it. We got in to Lawrence at about 6:30 and met up with my friend Kevin for dinner at the Free State Brewery. Dinner was pretty good and it was cool to see Kevin. Mmmmm, Cyclist.
After dinner we went to get new wiper blades for Tandra's car which turned out, at least for the driver's side, to be a completely worthless venture. Then we went to the show.
A local band from the area called No Lessons opened up the set. I've never seen the Granada so empty, but that was okay with me because I was in the mood for a more intimate show. No Lessons sounded a lot like Dave Matthews Band and they were really good. I enjoyed them.
Then a guy named Aaron Flynn played. It was just him and his acoustic guitar. He was a hell of a guitar player but his style of music didn't appeal to me as much. He looked exactly like Jeff Daniels in Dumb & Dumber.
Then the Samples came on. First let me tell you about the scene. Lawrence is a college town, that's where KU is. There weren't a ton of people there, and I think they were all local kids, most of whom were just looking for something to do on a Thursday night. There were a few true fans, you could tell, but most of the people there were drunken idiot little girls (think Drunk Girl from Saturday Night Live). They didn't have the proper type of appreciation for this type of music. They treated it either like booty music or they were headbanging (almost), and that's not what kind of music it was. I wanted to stand and listen and just enjoy the music (and I did), but there was a lot of bumping and shoving and crap from drunk people who were oblivious. I really was glad to see them at the Grenada because it's a) close to Wichita and b) small enough to be a very intimate venue if it's set up that way, and because c) we were able to meet Sean and the rest of the band. However, the fact that it's a college town and was filled with drunk idiots did detract a bit from the experience. I absolutely would not take back my experience last night, but I'd like to see them again in a different venue with a different crowd.
Now let me tell you about the music. They played almost every single one of my favorite songs. When Indiana came on I had to sing along in order to not cry. Music makes me emotional like that, especially live. It was truly a great experience and one of my favorite concerts of all time. It meant almost as much to me as it would mean to see Simon & Garfunkel back in the early 70s or something. Despite the crowd and the annoying stuff around, when they played, I just tuned everything out and listened to the music. It was wonderful.
Of course, their cover of Comfortably Numb as the encore was amazing.
After the show we hung out in the alley behind the theater (where they'd have to go to get to the bus) until they came out. We talked to Sam, one of the guitarists, and Sean, the primary songwriter, lead vocalist, and lead guitarist. He basically is the Samples. He was so incredibly nice and down to earth. He autographed my and Tandra's cd and my brother Dan's, and he let us take a picture of us with him. I hope to be able to post that next week. He actually also wanted to take a picture of us for the website, so I'll keep monitoring that and post a link to it when it goes up. But here's the kicker: I told him that his music rated with Enya and Simon and Garfunkel to me, and he started singing little bits of S&G songs. Then he and the drummer started singing The Boxer, and my brother and I joined in. I GOT TO SING THE BOXER WITH SEAN KELLY LAST NIGHT. You have no concept of how cool this is to me. How this is something I actually dreamed about, that exact song. (Not a night dream, a fantasy dream.) What a cool experience.
The show went really late, and by the time we were done waiting to talk to Sean and leaving, I'm guessing it was close to 2 or 2:30am when we finally hit the road. I HAVE NEVER driven so tired in my life. The Red Bull I drank seemed to have absolutely no effect whatsoever. When I would think about something, I'd start to see that in front of my eyes instead of the road. Then I'd jerk back to reality. When I caught myself with my head dropping down, that's when I pulled over. I had Tandra drive for about 20 minutes, and after that I was fine. But DAMN were we tired. I didn't know what time it was because I thought that if I looked at my watch and saw the time, it would make me feel even more tired. When we finally got home it was 20 till 5. Good thing I took the morning off.