We went to the Dierks Bentley concert last night at the Bradley Center. The show opened with Jack Ingram. I had seen Ingram in concert before, and I have to say that I wasn’t necessarily impressed. He was better this time than he was a few months ago, but he still seemed like he was trying too hard on stage. His band was very, uhm, eclectic. We were quite sure that the steel guitar player was the roid’d up version of Froto (barefoot and everything), the drummer looked like a pock-marked version of Peter Greene (the bad guy from the movie, “The Mask.”), one guitar player was about 18 and wanted to be Mick Jagger, the other guitar player must have been 14, and while he could play the guitar like mad (he played Dierks’s right-handed guitar, left-handed at one point) he had legs that were skinnier than most women’s arms. Still, it wasn’t that bad, and my ears weren’t bleeding when he was done.
Dierks came on stage and rocked the house. He was a lot shorter than I thought he would be, but from all accounts, the ladies liked him. The guy had a ton of energy on stage and was running around like a ADD sufferer on crack. It was fun and not annoying, though, so that was good. He sang all of his hits and sang them well. The only downside to the concert was that an almost 12-year-old kid was near us holding up a cardboard sign that read, “This is my birthday present.” Dierks looked at him and said, “Happy Birthday.” But… the kid kept holding up the phucking sign. Then at another point, Dierks said to him, “I’ve seen that already.” But… the kid held up the phucking cardboard sign, still. I didn’t kill him because I was quite sure that Tracy would murder him first, and most judges would be more likely to let a good-looking single mom off than they would me.
Dierks got injured twice. The first time, he pulled a woman up on stage to dance with him… and she held on to his arm so tightly that she punctured his skin (he was bloody). The second time, he was running from one side of the stage to the other with his guitar, and he tripped on some chords (that was a pun, thank you). Seriously, though, he tripped on some wires and bit the dust. Most probably thought he was falling on the ground purposely to play his guitar, but when he got up, he explained to everybody that he did, indeed, trip.
The concert was pretty long, but it was worth it. The seats were excellent (as evidenced by the picture on the left). I forgot my camera, so I only got some crappy cellphone pictures. The good ones were blocked by the kid with the phucking cardboard sign. Anyway…
After the show, we stopped at Game Time (across the street from the BC) for a drink. While we were there, Jack Ingram’s guitar players showed up. They ended up hitting on two extremely homely women. One had a rotten tooth that we could see from the other side of the bar. It was disturbing, but still fun to watch.
All in all… a great night.