I know I told y’all I was going to take it easy, but one thing led to another and next thing you know I was given concert tickets for Sunday night, then came the national championship game Monday night and I ended up partying four nights in a row, again. … I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll try again next weekend.

On a different note, at least the weather is warming up. Hopefully that hunk of ice has melted at Pirate’s Cove by now! Mardi Gras barricades are out, parades start this weekend and King Cakes are in stores! So this is going to be a good week, but first some good gossip!

Live until I die
So I was given tickets to the Clay Walker show, who was at The Steeple last Sunday night. And while Sunday is usually my early-in-bed night, I broke the rules because I couldn’t let the tickets go to waste. I might as well live until I die, right?

Once Sunday evening rolled around and I’d talked a friend into coming with me, we saddled up and headed to the concert. Not going to disclose if cowboys boots were worn or not. I will say Boozie wears multiple hats. Friday night, dinner and drinks with the girls, hunting camp with friends and then a country concert with another friend. See, you never know where I’ll be!

Once arriving at The Steeple, we spotted all kinds of outfits, anything from leather skirts to real cowboys. One of those real cowboys was overheard saying he was going to get his cowboy hat signed. Boozie’s personal favorite was the girls posing with their meet-and-greet passes and sticking their tongues out, and then, after making eye contact, acting like they weren’t just taking silly pictures.

The opening act was Nappie Winner for Best Country Band/Performer, Bruce Smelley! He and bandmate Zac Baugh sounded so good that I wasn’t surprised to learn it was them playing. While on the subject of Nappie winners, former winners for Best Hooha Doctor, Amy McCoy and Max Rogers were also spotted.

The concert started and I couldn’t believe how much Clay sounded like his recordings as he did live. It’s not every day that happens, unless they lip sync (looking at you, Britney Spears). But his voice had everyone dancing around and fellas’ arms around their ladies. I even saw a few smooches!  

Another thing that can be said about Clay is he loves to work the crowd. He threw out T-shirts and guitar picks; people were even fighting over the T-shirts! Also making the night more fun was the streamers and confetti. He even changed the lyrics of “Rumor Has It” from “rumor has it you love me too” to “rumor has it Mobile loves me too.”

Boozie can’t talk about the night without mentioning the girl that was so drunk her friends had to pretty much carry her down the stairs. She was a hot mess; her leather outfit was out of place and her hair all in her face. They were headed in the direction of the bathroom — let’s hope they made it there in time!

Clay asked the crowd to raise their hands if it was their first time attending one of his concerts, which was the majority, but I have a feeling it won’t be their last! New year’s resolution of attending more concerts is off to a good start!

While I was jamming to country music, just down the street at the Saenger, Jason Isbell was also putting on an amazing show! Since I can’t be in two places at once, the spies were out in full force.

I am told good times were had by all. Some might have been having a better time than others, though! One spy said he had to confront an older man who’d had too many drinks and wouldn’t sit down. If everyone is sitting, you should probably sit too.

Another spy who is an avid Jason Isbell concert goer said this was by far the best Isbell show she had been to, while another spy commented that Jason just doesn’t disappoint.

If seeing Jason Isbell wasn’t enough, my spies also spotted some Mobile locals. No hooha doctors but some locals in the music scene, such as Grayson Capps, Jake Peavy and Ben Jernigan!

As the show wrapped up, the trend of people rushing the stage at the end of shows continued. Jason’s last appearance here was capped off by people filling the space between the front row and the stage, and this was a repeat of the same. Boozie’s not sure how to feel about all this. I’m sure it sucks for those people who paid for front-row seats to suddenly have a herd in front of them, but then again, it does add a lot of energy to the show and my spies said it looked like Isbell and the 400 Unit got a kick out of it. I suppose I’ll go along with it all until it ruins MY view!

Well, kids, that’s all I’ve got for this week. Just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous, or just some plain ol’ concert lovin’, I will be there. Ciao!