I have been a George Strait fan for longer than I care to
remember. I’ve seen the movie Pure
Country more times than any normal person should; I can quote entire segments
of dialogue, and have been known to (frequently) use selected quotes as my
Facebook status. Several years ago his
tour came through where I was living at the time, but I didn’t have the funds
to go. Then in 2010 he swung through
again, bringing along Reba McEntire and Lee Ann Womack. Now that was a concert, bordering on five
hours of hit after hit. There was
something incredible about seeing Strait live and in person—a solitary cowboy
who plays his guitar and sings into the microphone, yet somehow commands an
arena full of people. You feel connected
and engaged from start to finish. That
was an incredible night. Fast forward
two years, when I find a portentous post on my Facebook timeline about a major
announcement Strait will make. Having
listened to “I’ll Always Remember You” on his most recent album, the word “retirement”
immediately flashed across my brain. And
so it came to pass that he announced his farewell tour, and the gears in my
head began to spin once more. It was
announced he’d be coming back through Lexington one final time and I moved
heaven and earth to make sure I got the tickets.
The tickets went on sale nearly six full months for the show—a
lengthy wait if there ever was one. After
they came and I put them away, I tried not to think about them. I’m always such a nervous person, and I’m
sure I forgot about them once or twice.
Holidays came and went. Life was
mundane. The days ticked down
slowly. The day finally arrived. I got my souvenir shirt prior to the show;
call me crazy, but I’m hard-pressed to leave the arena for any reason once I get
inside. I want to experience it from start
to finish; I don’t want to miss a second of any song.
Martina McBride was the special guest; calling her an “opening
act” would be like calling Star Wars an appetizer for The Empire Strikes
Back. She went through a wide variety of
hits, both old and new: Wrong Again,
Blessed, Anyway, I’m Gonna Love You Through It.
She gave powerhouse performances on Whatever You Say, A Broken Wing,
and, of course, Independence Day. She
did a varying selection of covers: Rose
Garden, King of the Road, and a medley of The First Cut is the Deepest and Free
Fallin’ that I’m pretty sure no one else could make work. She moved around the stage the whole show, a
bundle of energy, and her blue eyes must be mega-sharp because anytime someone
waved at her, she waved right back. When
it was over, you were left wanting more—but such is the way of any great
concert. You wind up wishing the artist
would perform entire albums just for your benefit.
There was a brief lull when she left the stage until a
pre-show video played highlighting George’s album and award successes. Music forms a soundtrack to your life and you
remember how great it was to hear a new song on the radio, or the sequence
formed when various singles were released.
Life used to move slower, people.
Before Youtube, iTunes, or internet leaks, you heard songs for the very
first time on your radio. Anyway, when
George made his appearance, pandemonium. Everyone stood and shouted as he dove right
into the opening songs. I could
definitely see the age on his face this time around, as we all grow older. He did part of the concrt seated on a stool,
but no one cared. It was such an
intimate show, as though he found some way to engage and sing directly to each
of the more than 20,000 people in the arena.
It’s always difficult to imagine what he will put into a show; he’s
recorded more hits than some people have recorded songs. He pulled out plenty of old favorites: Ocean Front Property, The Chair, All My Ex’s
Live In Texas, and an especially poignant version of what many would deem his
signature song, Amarillo by Morning, the spotlight shining directly on his
fiddle player as the arena went dark.
There were several album cuts from early in his career, most of which I knew
from repeated listenings to his boxed set. He sang all three singles from his last
album, as well as his newest song. He
dug out Marina del Rey, which I’d never expected to hear live. No one told the singing audience that it was
a forgotten chestnut from the early days of his career, because they sang right
along. George moved around the stage,
captivating the audience from all sides.
At one point, Martina returned to the stage for covers of two legendary
duets, Jackson and Golden Ring. What a
treat to hear their voices meld. George
had another surprise duet partner, Dean Dillon, whose name is familiar to
anyone with a Strait album. In an
evening of so many spectacular songs, it’s hard to pick a favorite. Then George mentioned Pure Country and jokingly
wondered if any of us had ever heard of it.
Um, maybe. He said Dusty was
still around and proceeded into “The King of Broken Hearts” followed by “Where
the Sidewalk Ends”. That one was
rollicking, and felt like being inside the movie itself. That song causes him to crack up in the film,
but there was no pause this time.
Wow. You know if anyone loves the
movie like I do—and I’m sure they do, given its regular airings on television—that
was definitely a special moment for them.
There was something special about “Troubadour”—if anyone else cut a song
like that, it’d be dismissed as hubris.
King George made it perfect, though.
There were so many wonderful old images displayed on the monitors, and
the night seemed never-ending and yet all too short. When he sang “The Cowboy Rides Away”, this
time it was for real. This may be his
final tour, but his music will linger on through CDs, records, digital
downloads, DVDs, and celluloid. It will
certainly linger forever in my mind.
That sounds like it was an amazing concert! I'm glad you got to go.
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