|(How I feel when dancing)|
|(ABBA, not the Judds)|
If you really think about it, though, fellow Juddhead, your discomfort is a little bit your own fault. Had you stood up for even one moment of the concert, any and all of the above grievances could have been avoided. I have never understood people who can attend concerts and then just sit and quietly watch as if they are watching a movie. Perhaps I am unsophisticated or just plain red behind the collar, but when live music is played in front of me, I like to show my appreciation by whooping and hollering, clapping my hands, and occasionally dancing. This is also why I have been asked to not renew my season tickets to the Lexington Philharmonic.
Also, Mr. Row L Seat 18, if I had not completely lost my mind and had an out of body experience when Wynonna started sang "Born to be Blue," your forehead would have never made the jumbo-tron as the camera captured my and Andy's most awesome dance moves to one of my all-time favorite songs. I was happy to share the moment with you, even if to the entire crowd at the Yum! Center I looked like a true, crazed Juddhead and you just looked bored. Again, that is your own fault.
In conclusion, Mr. Row L Seat 18, I think you should re-evaluate your level of devotion to the Judds. I know that Mama Judd was off-the-hook-crazy and looked like she was not only drugged but also injected, botoxed, and stretched to the point of no return. Wynonna, however, was so much more self-confident with her mother beside her that her performance was amazing. Her country twang was in full-force, but she also sang "Ave Maria" in Latin for heaven's sake! What more could you want in a concert, Mr. Man?!
Nothing, I tell you. It was perfection.