I have a confession to make. In spite of the fact that I’m married to a guitar player and song writer who has been dealing in vintage guitars for about 20 years, I’m not that much into music.
In some ways, I suppose this works. I enjoy music. I love listening to music. I just don’t really spend a lot of time seeking out music and I was never one to go out of my way to find a concert. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy concerts. I just never kept track of who I listened to enough to find out when and where they were playing.
We periodically venture out to hear a band. In Columbus, when we were still energetic enough to stay up later than 11PM, we would go see friends’ bands every once in a while. But, I have to admit those nights out have gotten fewer and further between over the years.
In a sudden surge of protest (of the possibility that we’re getting old), when a friend from Columbus gave us a heads up that a Columbus band was going to be playing at Riverbend, we rallied and made our way across the river. It wasn’t much of a rally since the set was scheduled from 5-6:30PM.
We’d already bought “pins” for access to all 9 days of Riverfest. We’d gone to see Foreigner, but we took Tisen with us and he wasn’t allowed in. So, other than me running in to buy a funnel cake (who can resist a funnel cake?), the pins hadn’t been used.
Hadden Sayers, as it turned out, is a guy with a band (I thought it was the band name). He’s originally from Houston. He told the story of moving to Columbus on a day when it was 7 degrees and how that led to his song titled “Take Me Back to Texas.”
This is almost the opposite of our experience of moving to Chattanooga on a day when it was 110. Neither my husband nor I wrote a song about it, however. I guess we didn’t want to go back to Ohio that much.
Hadden and the band are awesome musicians, every one of them (verified by my husband since I’m impressed by anyone who can play anything). But, when we arrived, there were only about 20 people standing around in front of the stage. As they progressed through the set, more and more people arrived. As it turned out, the next band was Government Mule. I’ve never heard of Government Mule, but I guess they’re popular in this part of the country.
Hadden told the crowd that the Mules were in the house and, if it was OK with the audience, he was going to play a few more songs (his set wasn’t over). The audience cheered–I wasn’t the only one impressed. I don’t know how many people in that audience had heard of Hadden Sayers before, but I think we all went home glad that we had now.