That Bakersfield Sound...

Sunday Claude and I started his Birthday Week of Celebration.

We had dessert first by using his Dairy Queen coupons to BOGO on DQ Blizzards. Then it was home for a Sunday nap.

Sunday evening we went to BD Mongolian Grill to use his BOGO dinner. We are nothing if not thrifty.

Then down I-75 we drove to Eastern Kentucky University Center for the Arts. Claude enjoys the music of Dwight Yoakum. He was at EKU for one evening only. We settled in for a nice evening of the Bakersfield Sound.

His opening act was a young lady named Tommy Ash. She was raised in Phoenix, Arizona but has moved to Nashville to further her music career. She started this at as 13. She was quite good with a good band to back her up. 

Then we had two hours of music by Dwight Yoakum. He was born in Pikeville, Kentucky and tied that to several of his songs and respect for the coal miners in Kentucky, West Virginia and Virginia.

I just really enjoy watching how people act at these kinds of things. When Dwight Yoakum came on stage, everyone stood and applauded as he began his first number. He played two of them before the audience started to sit down. As we all watched and responded to the seated way of viewing, it was very obvious that three men in the orchestra section were not going to sit down. We were up the next level where we like to sit but I was concerned they were blocking Claude's vision and he really wanted to see Dwight Yoakum. After a song or two, they still didn't sit down. I was amused when a lady on the end of the row two or three rows behind them, got up and taped the one on the end and asked him to please sit down as no one behind them could see the performance. He turned to his buddies, chatted with them and eventually they, one-by-one, slowly gave up and sat down. I was raised to respect others in situations like this. We all paid for our tickets and want to see the show. Manners would dictate you would sit when all the audience is sitting and stand when all the audience is standing and singing along. There never fails to be a few who don't get this. I shared with Claude on the ride home that I see this as a manifestation of the selfishness of people nowadays. Doesn't that sound like a cranky old lady. I don't care. I was taught you don't enter or leave a performance unless it is the intermission or between numbers so that you do not disturb. Not so for a lot of folks out there. It is amazing. I still believe in manners.

I also got a chuckle out of the couple in front of us. Clearly our age or there abouts. She was totally into the performance and was moving her entire body in a dance-like fashion. Her hubby was not moving at all. He held her hand or she held his arm the entire time while she bounced and clapped. They were just cute. I think he enjoyed it as much as her, just in a different way. 

It was a very nice evening. Music was good and my hubby had a great time seeing someone he enjoys listening to.