…just like my girl Marie Osmond! I went to see Keith Urban this weekend – for the THIRD time! That’s right people I’m not just about Boy Bands, Irish Superstars, English Pop Kings and sexy Princes of Las Vegas 😉
My mom is a fan and got me into him. He’s not entirely “Country” IMO – he also has a real rock/pop/blues/bluegrass feel (and he’s Australian.) He is an INCREDIBLE guitarist and puts on a damn good show. I’ve noticed country fans seem to sit at concerts. So we made sure to remedy that silliness! In fact my mom moved down to an area at the end of the stairs by our section and within 20 minutes this woman came bounding out of nowhere to dance next to her for the rest of the show! Clearly she’d been wiggling in her seat and wanted to get up and shake her ass with a real Fangirl!
Oh and it doesn’t hurt that he looks pretty damn good in tight t-shirts:
But honestly – I don’t discriminate when it comes to good music and a great concert. I admire his extreme generosity to his fans – bringing up three for a sing-a-long (including a married dude who, when asked by Keith if he knew the words responded, “I LOVE YOU!”), getting out in the audience to perform multiple times, and signing a guitar and GIVING IT AWAY to a teenage boy lucky enough to be in the right section. On top of that – he lets each of his band members do a short little playing/singing solo in their intros. Color me impressed.
This may be my favorite song of his – a bittersweet tale of heartbreak and regret. I actually teared up the first time I heard it and really grasped the story. Some pretty lovely songwriting: