My husband and I went to Santa Barbara yesterday to see Eddie Vedder do a solo concert. Santa Barbara is not far from where we live (a scenic hour and a half drive)and we go there often. We were thinking since it's an evening concert and a weekend, we'd spend the night and enjoy the gorgeous beach. In the weeks leading up to the concert, I could not find a hotel room to save my life. It was really odd because we've never had a problem getting a hotel room there! I mentioned on twitter that I could not find a hotel room and a friend suggested a hotel in nearby Ventura. They had ONE room available! WTF?
It turns out that a certain Prince and Princess were also visiting Santa Barbara the same day we were. WOW! The traffic! The Crowds! The lovely flowers at the Polo Field! Accent on the traffic. And we thought Carmageddon was next week. We ended up deciding not to spend the night in light of suddenly needing car and refrigerator repairs (and that little trip to Europe) and gave up our hotel room. Hopefully a royal watcher made good use of it on such a lovely weekend.
We had never been to the Santa Barbara Bowl before and were so pleasantly surprised. It's nestled in a hillside with an amazing view of Santa Barbara and the ocean in a very intimate setting. I paid great attention to all the warnings people gave me to wear comfortable shoes because it's a hike up a hill. I would add that you should bring a bottle of aspirin with you for the chest pains you will have after making the hike then climbing a mountain of stairs. I confess that I had to laugh every time I saw one of those women who can't go to a concert without wearing stiletto heals trying to get up the hill. I never see those stileto heal women with men who need to dress to impress. What is that about? You are at a concert and have to walk miles, be comfortable.
I did not bring a camera with me because last time the camera police got me. This time, they had friendly signs up and I got to thinking that maybe Eddie's friends stole or copied his songs or sold photos of him to tabloids and maybe somewhere along the line he developed camera or recording device issues. Ok. I get that. At the end of the show during the encore they turned all the lights on and let people take photos. Eddie got his way and his fans got photos at the end. Everyone was happy.
Well, maybe not everyone was happy. Diagonally in front of us were 2 frat boy types and one had a tall, long-armed girlfriend. They were semi-drunk before the show started and despite this being the type of concert where everyone sat to listen (it was just Eddie and a ukelele), these three had to stand the entire time. The girl, waving her arms like an octopus. The people behind her (thank Buddha it was not us) could not see at all and even asked them to sit down. They did not sit down. HOW RUDE!!! We felt really bad for the people next to us who could not see the show. The trio in front of them drank more, got stoned, and the arms kept flying. Oh and of course they were the ones screaming EDDIE!!!! between songs. I'm sure they have very proud parents. Why is it always the tall people with long hair and long arms who have to stand the entire time? There's always hair and arms wooshing to block your view at a concert you've paid hundreds of dollars to attend. Why is it never a short person with a pixy hair cut and stubby arms standing in front of you that feels the need to dance to undanceable songs? Is there something in the DNA of long-armers? Someone needs to do a study.
*It was a great concert! He sang many of favorites- Wishlist, Guaranteed, and Rise. Glen Hansard opened for him and they did a duet of Glen's Falling Slowly that was amazing! Seeing Eddie sing Wishlist was on my Wish List so that's one thing crossed off.
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