We are very spoiled with the music scene her in the Twin Cities. We get most major artists when they go on tour. And we have a ton of great venues for smaller artists, too. But my favorite concert every year id the Basilica Block Party. This two night concert is held every summer. This was my third time (I think) going. I love it because there are 3 stages and at least 4 artists I want to see every year. Plus it is held at the Basilica of St Mary. A beautiful church in Minneapolis. I love old churches.
Friday night was our chosen night. Mostly because Jeremy and I both wanted to see Matt Nathanson. I have seen him in concert once before at First Ave. But this was the first time Jeremy would be seeing him. Friday night also had another big concert in the city. Kenny Chesney was playing at Target Field. About 1.1 miles away, if you ask Google. Which I did. That is a lot of people in a small area. This is what our drive in looked like.
The radio even told people not to expect public transit/the lightrail to get them into the city any faster. Yikes.
But we made it! And Jeremy didn’t get too road rage-y. Double win!
First stop (after the beer tent and the fried pickle stand) was Mayer Hawthorne. He opened up the main stage. I’ll be honest, all his songs seemed to sound similar. Which was fine by me, because I liked it. Kinda groovy and funky. Thumbs up.
I have a theory that touring bands go through a summer boot camp to prepare them for playing in 90* heat with long sleeves. Because you aren’t a legit musician unless you can do that, I guess. Meanwhile I was sweating just standing there. sigh. Just another reason I will never be a rock star…
After that we headed over to the smaller Church Stage. This is where most of the people we wanted to see were playing.
First there was ZZ Ward. She was pretty great. I only knew the one song of hers they play on the radio, which she opened with. But I liked all her songs. Very talented.
Here’s where things get dicey for me. After ZZ was Matt Nathanson. The crowd had been steadily growing. I had been messaging with a friend telling him where we were in the crowd. Center-ish and about 15 feet from the stage. Awesome, right? He was like, nope. Can’t even get there. Way too crowded. So I look around and, yep. Packed. Important side note: I’m claustrophobic. But in specific situations. A perfect storm of criteria needs to happen. [crowds in which I can not see a clear path out, crowds in which I have absolutely zero personal space, crowds in warm climates in which I have no fresh air to breathe] Which I noticed at that moment had taken place. So I started to freak the hell out. Internally. At first. I was trying to keep my breathing calm and not look behind me to see all the people. And not look to my sides to see all the people. I really wanted to see Matt. And I really didn’t want to ruin it for Jeremy. Keep focusing on breathing.
So he came out and played. The crowd went nuts! And squished in more. And I was done. I got this picture!
And then Jeremy and I made a hasty exit. If any of you were one of the hundred or so people we plowed through to make our escape, I apologize a hundred times. But I was done. I couldn’t even look up from the ground without getting light-headed.
We made our way to a grassy spot where I sat hyperventilating and crying until Jeremy came back with some water for me. I felt like such an idiot! Then he had to help me get my breath back. At least we could still hear the concert…
During that time Brian Oake and Keri Noble, my favorite morning show deejays walked by. Right next to us. But I couldn’t even ask for a picture because I was coming down from a panic attack. Awesome.
Also, I think this was the most crowded I have seen the Church Stage. A couple of years ago we saw Spoon on that stage. There were a lot of people, but I totally still had personal space. Why were people so pushy this time? I blame the annoying teenage boys.
Can I just say, once again, that my husband deserves some sort of medal or official commendation for putting up with me. I had to go and ruin a perfectly lovely evening and he wasn’t even mad at me. I would have been mad at me. Saint.
Anywho, that was my Friday night. How was yours? : )
P.S. I’ll be better for Bruno on Sunday. We have actual seats for that.