Tonight, after 25 years of wishing and waiting, I finally got to fulfill a dream of mine and got to see Garth Brooks live. I drove four hours to Jacksonville, I’m staying in some seedy hotel where I’m not quite sure I’m safe, and I’ve screamed so loud I probably won’t be able to speak for a month and
I
don’t
care
That was one of the best experiences of my life. I have never in my life been brought to tears by a concert. Garth Brooks brought tears to my eyes. I always thought people who cried at concerts were silly. I NOW UNDERSTAND. I was miles from the stage. I don’t care. I saw Garth live. I got to sing his songs with him. I got to experience the additional third verses of “The Thunder Rolls” and “Friends in Low Places.” I got to see him and Trisha Yearwood kissing and holding hands after years of shipping them together since they were always singing great duets. I finally got to experience one of the biggest superstars country music has ever known.
Three years ago, I got to see George Strait and Reba McEntire. Their show was great, and I’ll always remember it. But as much as I love George Strait, (and I really do, he’s been one of the best classical country artists for over 30 years) nothing will top Garth. Ever.
Finally. Finally. Garth, if you happen to read this, you have no idea what this show meant to me and my life. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being an all around amazing human being, performer, and someone whose music I grew up to. You sang directly to my heart tonight. I’m both honored and touched. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. I love you.