October 22, 2009

Dear Diary,

This is a terribly late entry today. So I'm going to try to make it somewhat shorter than what I usually tend to do. What I'm not going to do is tell you about my 4th snake encounter this week. Because frankly, I'm tired of thinking about them, probably about as much as you are hearing about them. So I won't even mention it. :)

But what I will tell you about is seeing Michael W Smith in concert tonight. This is the famed concert where I was a would-be "back-up singer." Unfortunately, I didn't make the cut. (The cut being that you had to be a member at the hosting church. And the "back-up singer" gig was technically a choir). But with or without being on stage, it was a pretty awesome show. I am not as much the fan as I was as a kid but he is still like a childhood friend to me. So tonight was like a reunion or something. I just wish he could realize that.

I won't say that the show was without fault, but for me it was (at times) like being home. Especially the old songs medley. However, it would have been nicer since the show started at 7pm, if "Dubya" could have appeared sometime before 9pm. That would have been nice. I'm not so much a fan of Phil Stacey or the others that seemed to do a whole concert before the main event. The choir did a nice job, though. And the "security" was nice enough to be somewhat non-existent, allowing us to wander to the front for a photo, some video, or even just to stand and watch the show directly in front of the stage. For the courtesy of the higher-paying patrons, I decided to only sneak down for a picture and return to my seat toward the rear of the auditorium.

I miss seeing Michael W in concert. It seems like he hasn't been to Orlando since I moved here, but I think that's not the case. It's just that it rarely works out for me to see him. And since all the kids are into some of the newer bands and artists out there, few spend the money to see such a classic. But I'll take him any day over Chris Tomlin and Switchfoot. Smitty's just my style.

Wonder what tomorrow holds...