A good night to be alive


Saturday night, my friends, was a good night to be alive—to quote Andy Davis himself.

That’s because I got to see a really good show with a really good friend and had a really good time.

But before we get started on how great the night was, we have to talk about the parts that weren’t anywhere near great. I had talked Mindy into going to the show with me by begging and batting my eyelashes. OK, not the last thing, because really, that’s never worked for me. On anyone. But I had begged and she agreed, even though she’d been at a women’s ministry team retreat and hadn’t gotten tons of sleep. So I picked her up, we went to eat, then headed over to 12th and Porter right around 7 p.m., which was when the doors were supposed to open.

You can probably guess where this is going. The doors didn’t open at 7 p.m. Not even close. Nope. The doors opened around 8:30 p.m. or later. Yes, that’s right. More than an hour of standing in a crowded lobby area waiting for the doors to the venue to open. It was hot and not a lot of fun. Mind you, the show was supposed to start at 8 p.m. Which of course, it did not. After getting into the venue, we had to wait at least another hour before the opening act took the stage. I don’t mind if the show starts after 9 p.m. if it’s someone I want to see. I don’t mind if a show starts a few minutes late. But I do mind if all the ads for the show have said the doors open at 7 p.m. and the show starts at 8 p.m. and nothing close to that actually happens. If you’re not going to start a show until 9 p.m., say that. Don’t say it starts at 8 p.m. I don’t know what all caused the show to be so late—it could have been a traffic jam as Tim Brantley inferred—but it was a bit infuriating to just be expected to be OK with it.


Tim Brantley was the opening act, and I really know next to nothing about him. He sang his song “The Damage Is Done,” which I’ve heard somewhere before and enjoyed. He was full of funny stories that really didn’t have a point, wore some unfortunate pants, but was overall, a very good opener. I felt sorry for him, though, because I feel like in Nashville of all places, it would be nice for the crowd to not talk so loudly they can be heard over the performer. Even if you’re not there to see him—which granted, most of us weren’t—it would have be so much better to actually listen to his performance instead of talking over it. Not cool, Nashville. Not cool at all.


Next up was Josh Hoge. Admittedly, I haven’t paid much attention to Josh Hoge. I know he’s talented, enjoyed his set, but y’all, I have loved his brother Will’s stuff for a long time. Last night, Josh was on and it was a good show. He seemed to really enjoy performing in his hometown. There was a strange moment when he started rambling and basically restated a bunch of info he’d told us previously, then invited us to his favorite bar after the show, then dedicated a song to his brother, Will. And it turned out to be “Ain’t No Sunshine,” which if you’ve never heard Will Hoge’s rendition of, you’ve missed out on something magical. Josh Hoge did a great job with the song, including a long improvised portion in which he sang snippets of a lot of songs—Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl,” Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me a River,” and even Marc Broussard’s “Home.” It was a fitting final song for his set.

And finally, after a long set change, Andy Davis came on. Seemingly aware that most everyone was there to see him and that the show had started late, he seemed to want to play as many songs as possible during the time he had. So he was fairly rapid fire for awhile. I love Andy Davis’ CDs, but I love watching him live because he’s such a performer. (Actually, one of my first posts when I started blogging was about Andy.) Andy knows how to play to his crowd, knows most of his fans are college coeds who think the song “Brown Eyes” was somehow inspired by them. And most of all, Andy just loves what he’s doing and you know it from the way he performs. There were of course some awkward moments involving Josh Hoge and an odd joke he and his bass player played on Andy. But overall, Andy put on a good show and I was ecstatic about it.

Even if he did wear the super-V T-shirt.

Want to see all the photos? Go here.


9 thoughts on “A good night to be alive”

  1. Every picture has that girl in the white vest, front and center…she NEVER moved! How does one stand in one place from 8:30 to 12:30, never, ever moving?!

  2. She was there to see Andy. And he was going to see her. She was quite adamant about it. But, yeah, I don’t know. She stood there the same way for most of the show.

  3. We’re not going to talk about the part that involved a speedo.

    And guys, are mustaches coming back in? Because a lot of band members were sporting them, and I’m just not so sure the 70s ‘stache should come back. . .

  4. Good times! Great photos too!

    Mustaches are only back as a joke, not as a real trend. I agree they should never come back. Not even as a joke. But don’t tell my dad I said that. He’s had one since the 70’s 🙂

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