A few weekends ago Jessica, Kelly and I saw our rap heroes in concert. News flash: its nearly impossible to take a picture of a concert from the last row of an arena. But, I got to rap ‘Golddigger’ and ’99 Problems’, and a slew of other classic jams, along with the men who made them famous.
We spent the rest of the weekend lounging around, including two trips to the cafe directly across the street from my apartment within the span of 24 hours (poring over their selection of design magazines), and an afternoon full of Kölsch. Not too shabby for a rainy weekend in mid-June.
(I didn’t take this video… if you look closely across the way maybe you can see me, behind the 16 year old girl jumping up and down for the entire 2+ hours concert)
In some parts of America, you will be hard-pressed to find a country music fan.
Outside of America, you would imagine that lovers of cowboy boots and bolo ties would be even more rare.
Not Monday night in Cologne. And I’m not talking about a scenario where every American for miles around came for this concert. I didn’t hear a single American aside from Toby Keith all night.
Despite the fact that clearly my phone takes the world’s worst pictures (especially while trying to take them with a beer in one hand and simultaneously singing along), you can clearly see the outlines of cowboy hats.
You can’t see (but I promise there were) hundreds of pairs of cowboy boots and more than one shirt like the following:
That’s stars on the right sleeve, stripes on the left sleeve.
Despite the fact that Toby didn’t sing Courtesy of the Red White and Blue (though I guess the excitement would have been lost on this crowd anyway) I had a rowdy time by myself in the back corner, singing along and trying to decide if the guy I was standing next to actually was Garth Brooks.