The Keane Concert

Kristie and I went to our first concert in Germany, Keane. We bought the tickets in August, but we were tired and didn't feel like going yesterday. We drove to Offenbach (near Frankfurt) hoping to find an eager-yet-ticketless fan with a few euro. There were a dozen folks trying to sell tickets. They didn't look as innocent as Kristie, though.

I think I've been to that same venue years ago when I lived here in the Air Force. I dragged youth group kids with me to see any Christian band traveling in country. I jumped on stage with Whitecross, peeked into Petra's dressing room, and went to the bathroom with DC Talk. Fortunately, Sandy Patti never came, or else I would have been willing to share a tender moment with her.

The concert was fine. At one point during a song, the auditorium waved lighters in the air. We do this today to be ironic; Germans seem to do it to express sentimentality. They seem to be stuck in 1980s America. I felt like I was in Motley Crue's "Home Sweet Home" video. Touching.

I resisted the urge to jump on stage. Playing those keyboards really make a guy sweat, and I didn't want to touch anybody.