John and I saw Huey Lewis and the News for the sixth time last night. It was, as usual, a really good show. I’m willing to bet poor old Huey can’t talk at all today, though. Last night, his voice was really going. He still sounded great, but there were things he just couldn’t do. (It didn’t sound permanent, thank goodness. More of a sore throat thing. Let’s hope that’s not wishful thinking. Heh – wishful thinking about wishful thinking. Stop before the world collapses in on itself!) Poor guy. I hope he drank a lot of water. It’s the 30th anniversary of Sports, so they started the concert by playing the whole album, which was totally awesome. (John noticed it when they started the third song – clever guy.) This year (unlike two years ago), they did the whole not-relevant-anymore thing right and only played one new song all night. Man, I love them. It seems like everyone else in the area does, too, since I’ve never seen such a parking nightmare at Wolf Trap before. The place was packed, the parking lots were completely full (the police were telling people to park on the grass on the side of the road), and John and I had to park at the Barns and walk over (under a mile, I think, but not by much). And on our walk over, the skies opened. We had umbrellas, but when it rains buckets (sideways buckets), you get soaked no matter what. It poured like that for a solid 20-25 minutes before the intensity backed off, but even then it didn’t stop until around 8:45, just as the real show started. I don’t know who opened for them (couldn’t hear them over the rain, certainly couldn’t see them), and I didn’t really care that we were missing whoever it was.
Okay, I’m rambling now. I’ve lost my point, if I ever had one. Maybe it’s just that I’ll stand in the pouring rain for Huey Lewis and the News because I LOVE THEM. I could point out that we spent much of the storm under shelter (after getting soaked on the walk in), but what does that matter? I would have stood around in the pouring rain for them if it hadn’t stopped in time. I would.