Showing posts with label st. louis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label st. louis. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

About St. Louis


I’m still thinking about this concert, so you’re going to get one more post about it.

- Does anyone in Missouri actually know why they’re driving on the left side of the interstate? I don’t think they do. It’s like a NASCAR race. Everyone is drafting in the same lane, no one can pass each other, and if you pop over to the other lane, you’re screwed.

- Was that a pothole that I hit at 85 mph, or an asteroid crater? No one really knows.

- This year, which is only three months old, I’ve heard country singers perform Whitney Houston, Eminem and Nelly in person. I wish I could go back in time and tell 2020 Monica this. 

- 2020 Monica: Hang on. Life gets better. 

- St. Louis was the perfect way to end my 2021-2022 Eric Church concert experience. In 2017, I was introduced to his fan club when my Mom and I went to the pop-up store at his concert in St. Louis, at the same venue. I asked some fans why there was a group of people waiting outside. The fans told me that was the pit line and explained the Church Choir to me: “Most of them know each other. They follow Eric Church around, get front row in the pit, and drink.” 2017 Monica thought that sounded like a little bit of fun. 2022 me became everything that 2017 me wanted. 

- I held a record up during Record Year, which is the first time I’ve done so. I did not get it autographed, but that’s all right. That song saved my life. 

- Someone I know on the guy that broke my heart in the above story, which led me to the song Record Year: “That guy was the best thing that never happened to you.”

- 2016 and 2017 me was heartbroken and in need of some musical direction. I found it.

- I’ve lived through stuff in the past two years that 2016-17 me couldn’t even comprehend at the time.

- And I’m still here. That’s worth something. 

- During the opening song in St. Louis, which was like 11 minutes long, someone behind me shouted that we were on the big screen. I found a video online that someone took in the nosebleeds. My eyesight is terrible and I can’t see myself on the big screen, but I promise you, I am right there, front row in the pit, singing Nelly back to Eric Church. (See pic above.)

- I did not have that on my 2022 Bingo Card.

- This tour was called The Gather Again Tour. To paraphrase EC: We are meant to gather for fellowship, for drinking. We are meant to be together. 

- I held hands with the girl beside me in Denver and cried to the song Record Year. 

- I hugged strangers in DC, and still keep in touch with them. 

- I smiled and laughed more in the past few months than I have in the last two years. 

- Thank you, kind strangers at concerts, for being open-minded enough to be willing to take some new introvert in. 

- At the start of this tour, I was down. I kept thinking to myself that there must be something wrong with me because I still don’t have anyone to share this with. 

- I have people to share this with now. And for that, I’m forever grateful. 

St. Louis list


I went to St. Louis last weekend, where several first-time things happened. Here’s a list, in no particular order:

- I found a giant pencil. Of course the writer finds a giant pencil.

- I thought about buying a giant pencil, and then I realized that I already have a giant pencil from my childhood. Some things never change.

- I saw Eric Church play the guitar with a sharpie in his hand instead of a guitar pick. Why not?

- He adjusted his glasses when he wasn’t wearing glasses. It happens to all of us. 

- I saw him sing Eminem and Nelly right in front of me. (Hey, must be the money.)

- He drank someone’s beer. I’ve never seen him drink beer. It was glorious.

- He sang Mr. Misunderstood at my end of the stage. Hearing the words “Hey there, weird kid” right in front of you just hits different. 

- I met more concert people. The very cool people in line by me were all in the other pit, which is usual for me on this tour. Sigh.

- They told me that on the last tour, another country artist waited in the out line, along with everyone else. This makes my heart happy. Everyone loves Eric and didn’t mind waiting in line for five or seven hours to see him.

- In 2017, on the Holdin’ My Own tour, St. Louis was the fanciest city that I’d seen in a long time. Since then, I’ve seen Nashville, Washington DC and New Orleans.

- The Midwest just isn’t doing it for me anymore. 🤣

- There may or may not have been a bullet hole in my AirBnB’s window (in a good neighborhood). St. Louis, really? Do we need to sit down and have a little chat?


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