Moves like Jagger, indeed


It’s 12:36 a.m. and I’ve had a long day (took the kids hiking at Montana de Oro this afternoon and then went to the Train & Maroon 5 concert tonight) but I want to get down a few thoughts about the show; specifically the Maroon 5 portion, since that’s the reason I went.

Ima be lazy and roll out the bullet points.

  • I forgot how much it sucks going to a concert at the Mid-State Fair. It sucks. Out loud. On toast. With marmalade. In fact, I now remember, the last time I went to a concert there I swore I’d never be back. I am now putting this in print and publishing it on the Internet as a reminder in case I ever forget again. It is a TERRIBLE venue. Everything from parking to getting in the place to the bathroom situation to the actual seating is just. so. bad. Never again.
  • The quality of the show was excellent. Maroon 5’s lighting is great, I thought they sounded good, their playing was tight and they seemed genuinely happy to be performing. The only complaint there I’d make is the show was too short. I don’t know if it was typical length for them or whether they scale it back a little because of having not just one but two other acts on the bill but I felt like there was so much more they could’ve done. Maybe I’m spoiled by Paul playing three hours every time I’ve seen him.
  • The seats were bad and I was disappointed. Someday I will learn that floor does not automatically equal good seats. As soon as the band comes on every idiot in the place stands up and then no one except the first fifteen rows or so can see. I’m not sure there are any good seats in that place outside the first 15 rows. I’d have been pretty heartbroken if I didn’t have the knowledge that I’ll be seeing them up close in a couple months, because when I did catch glimpses of the guys on stage (in between the heads of the fools standing up in front of me) I couldn’t see their faces and ended up watching a lot on the monitors.
  • Adam was just…..Adam. *sigh* Though in the interest of full disclosure I have to admit that I was expecting more original patter between the songs. He stuck pretty closely to the script of “Are you ready to rock?”/”Do you want more?”/”Louder!” and that ilk. When he did deviate from that and actually talk to us (like he did when introducing “She Will be Loved”) he was utterly engaging and charming. I’m giving him a free pass on this one because this is only the second stop on the tour and maybe that stuff comes easier as time goes along. I’ll be interested to see if it’s any different in Oklahoma City.

So, in summary: I’m glad I went and I’m gladder still that I get to see them again in September. I am absolutely drooling over the thought of getting to see the show again from the sixth row. I have a feeling it’s going to be an entirely different experience. 


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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