This past Thanksgiving weekend our cup runneth over; not only with holiday cheer, but activities that had us traveling all over the state.
After a lovely day of good food and company, too many Christmas movies to count and a battle with a dusty, pre-lit tree that was not wanting to light up at all, the next day there was a 100-mile trek for a high school football game.
There is something about the Oklahoma wind that can turn a 50-degree evening into a freezing, jaw-clenching experience, and pretty much no amount of coverage can warm me up. This is why I am a fan of the hot, hot summer. Sweating is so much gentler than shivering until you think you're going to snap in half.
Anyway, despite the fatigue that started early on that day after Thanksgiving, I was glad to go to the game. We didn't win, but again we are proud of our boys who pushed so hard to get so far. Thanks to a couple of well-timed cups of hot coffee, I made the drive just fine.
The next day was the John Mayer concert in Oklahoma City. Now, the last time I wrote about a concert was Brookes and Dunn, where I praised the music and the performance but confessed to not really even knowing who Brookes and Dunn were, being the rocker that I am.
A few weeks after that column, I was playing pool at a bar when a woman approached me who was not only incredulous that I didn't know Brookes and Dunn, but she was frankly a tad ticked off about it. I smoothed things over the best I could, but I got the very clear message that Southwest Oklahoma is serious about their country music.
I'm not sure where John Mayer falls in the area of Okie favor. No doubt the arena was full of fans. In the row in front of us was a group of kids ranging from age 10 to 14, which kind of surprised me. They were terribly excited and obviously way into John Mayer. They were on their feet from the beginning, as was most of the arena.
A reminder about concert etiquette. Never go to a concert and get mad when the people in front of you are standing up. The artist wants people on their feet, and that's just how you show your concert love. I hate it when people get redneck about people standing at concerts.
Anyway, I learned one thing about myself at the John Mayer concert: I am not a huge John Mayer fan.
He's obviously very talented. I did enjoy the guitar playing. At one point he wore an acoustic guitar on the front and had his electric guitar strapped around behind him, then reached back and played the guitar behind his back. "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" and "Gravity" brought the house down, but I didn't know a lot of the songs, and some were too mellow for my taste. The acoustics weren't great, and at times it was hard to clearly hear the lyrics.
He had a down-to-earth vibe and was wearing tan corduroys and a flannel shirt. Right or wrong, I have this pre-conceived notion based on some of his bad publicity that he's kind of full of himself, and he struck me as a little tortured over finding himself and getting his act together. Maybe too much Taylor Swift/Katy Perry gossip, but for some reason I don't totally get him.
Everyone who went with us absolutely loved him, so I want to give him credit where credit is due. I'm not sorry I went, just didn't love it every bit of the time.
One person's opinion. If you disagree, please don't come looking for me.