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The One Where She Cried, Uncontrollably

I love music and I especially love seeing bands perform live. Last night my friends and I went to the Keane concert, and I was not disappointed –but for more than one reason.

Two bands opened for Keane; first it was Helio Sequence, a band from Oregon that I enjoyed. Next was Matt Kearney! I love Matt Kearney and I could have listened to another hour of him. One of my favorite moments of the night was when he said “You write these songs and you put your heart and soul into them. And then people set Dr’s making out to your music” (referring to Grey’s Anatomy of course). I thought it was hilarious and giggled quite a bit. Matt Kearney has such a great voice and he’s sounds amazing live. The only down side – Matt’s pants are too tight. I don’t get why boys feel the need to wear tight, skinny jeans. It’s not healthy and it’s not attractive – even girls look ridiculous in skinny jeans. Perhaps I’m jealous, but I’m still right.

Well as Matt Kearney ended, we had about 15 minutes while they set up for Keane. A lady came and sat in the row in front of us, all alone. She came over and talked to me for a minute about my necklace and said things like “I noticed it during the break and I’ve been mesmerized by it all night long.” I was flattered and taken back by her words.

Keane came out and started off with several upbeat, fun songs. We danced, sang along and cheered. After 3 songs the band chatted with the audience and the lady in front of us started chanting “Bedshaped! Bedshaped! Beeedshaaaaaped!” (a popular song of theirs). While she’s chanting this, she’s running her fingers through her hair, rubbing her neck and her sides. She was thoroughly enjoying this concert and we couldn’t help but stare and laugh. Keane did not play that song, but went on to play others. Our new friend went with the flow and just kept singing and dancing. We looked over at noticed there were tears on her cheeks. Surely that’s just sweat, right? No! Tears. Real tears on her cheeks!

We watch her off and on and during the next song we see her hang her head down for a few moments and when she stands back up, she’s sobbing! This woman is so moved by them that she can’t help but cry. I appreciate music, but I’ve never cried at a concert; although I did come close while at Coldplay and a few DMB concerts. Keane is a decent band, but cry-worthy? No.

For the next 30 minutes she cries and dances, calling out “Keane!”. The concert ends, we shout encore, and they come back out. They start their encore song, and what song do they choose? Bedshaped. She can’t control herself at this point –she rushes the stage. She’s down there dancing and singing and I’m watching every moment and loving it. As the song comes to and end, she is doubled over, crying. She can’t even stand up. The show is over, the house lights are up and everyone is leaving. Being the horrible person I am, I asked my friends to wait because I wanted to see what was going to happen with this lady. She started walking back to her seat, but she had to hold onto the chairs on her way back up. People are starting to think she’s hurt and they are asking her if they can help her in anyway. She gets back to her seat, where she sits down and begins to calm down.

I know it’s awful to laugh at people, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never seen anyone so overcome with emotion. I thought only the Beatles elicited this type of behavior.

Oh, and if I thought Matt Kearney’s pants were tight, they were nothing compared to the lead singers of Keane! Wowsa!

So what have we learned? Nothing really. Just that ladies in there 40 - 50’s love Keane and can’t control themselves.

Comments

Haley said…
Holy moly. I so wish I coulda been there to see this lady. Ha!
kristin said…
Perhaps I'm jealous, but I'm still right. love it!
Stacy and Tay said…
I only loved every single thing about that post
Cook Family said…
Erin I just had to tell you Chris was reading your blog just laughing his head off. Great story. Love ya Corine

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