Oh, Cowboys Dancehall. At one point during the day I remarked, “Hey, I’ve never done a show here before.” To which the confused reply,”..and you work in country music?” quickly came flying back. Yes to the second, and no I had not until this past Friday night. My posts have been a tad bit tardy as of late. Combining them all, and posting multiple times once I get home, instead of posting the day after.
For those who have not been. Cowboys is another Texas joint with live bullriding a weirdly shaped stage, massive dance floors both upstairs and down, and nothing that even remotely resembles an ideal load-in or out situation. But the fun in between is worth all the hassle, supposedly. If there had been an easier way to get gear out of the building while the club was open for another two hours after the show, I’d have been the happiest camper you’ve ever seen. Because everything else about the show was great.
For one, the club sold more pre-sale tickets than ever before. And, two, shoved more asses in inappropriately tiny shorts into the building than ever before. The crowd sang almost every word as loud as they could, cheered at all the moments you would want them too, and then just shrieked between songs. Sweaty, drinking, dancing, singing along, and loving life. That’s what you wanna see from a crowd, especially packed into this place.
That’s my only beef with the whole night though. There’s got to be a better way to get loaded out, geez.
and go for pictures:
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