Under the Influence

IMG_0710The title of the post has everything to do with the above picture. If you don’t recognize the image, RUN don’t walk to your iTunes or Amazon account and download every last song by Straight No Chaser, or just click their name and order from their website.

The Hubby and I left early afternoon to head over to one of the Casinos we have on the other side of the state. We did some browsing, but no shopping, before we popped into an Irish Pub for a drink. We had a bit of time to kill before we had to meet up with friends of ours, who live in that area, for dinner. It was nice to spend the time with our friends, we usually only see them twice a year, New Years Eve and Memorial Day.

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The Hubby bought us a new camera after our last vacation and this was the 2nd time we got to put it to some good use. Of course we had to try the display flipped out and take a selfie while we waited for the concert to start.

IMG_0670The opening act, a first in SNC touring history, was Caroline Glaser. She was on The Voice and has a new album coming out very soon. She sang one of my favorite Elton John Songs, Tiny Dancer. I haven’t seen much of The Voice but she had a great one and should go far.

IMG_0682This is what the show is all about, the guys, all 1o of them.


Men Singing No Electronics needed. This was the final song of the evening.


Jolene


I Won’t Give Up

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In total the concert was about 2 hours. The first hour and a half was traditional songs from their latest album, Under The Influence, and some of their medleys. Then since it was almost Christmas, they dimmed the stage lights, flipped the switch on the Christmas Tree and did about a half hour of Christmas songs. The Christmas stuff ranged from old classics with the SNC spin to their own version of The 12 Days of Christmas and a song they put together called The Nutcracker. Again RUN don’t walk and get all of their Christmas Albums as well.

I took the day off from work on Monday, just to use up a day I had stockpiled and because I figured we would be home late from the concert. Turns out it was a good idea, first because we had some freezing rain during the day, and second because it worked out that one of my very good friends was going to be in town.

My friend Casey lives in Idaho, we met in 1994-5 when she lived here in Connecticut as a nanny for a wacky lady. There was a group of them, and along with my older brother we spent a lot of time with each other. My brother dated one of the nannies from the group, but Casey and I grew very close. She moved back home in 1996 and I went out to visit her a couple times.

The last time I saw her was in September of 2000, at her wedding (the first time) to her husband Perry. Her father lives in New Jersey and it was his Birthday this past weekend so she surprised him by flying out here. She let me know before hand that she was going to try and make some time to travel up to see me, and to meet Brian. We had a good afternoon Monday hanging at our house waiting for The Hubby to get home, then headed out to dinner. Tuesday she drove around with her friend Carrie who came with her on the trip, while we worked then we went out for another dinner. I miss her so much and home it won’t be another 13 years before I see my Tigger again.

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2 thoughts on “Under the Influence

  1. I’ve always had a strange secret love of acapella music in that style. I blame growing up in a CoC family and school. So I might have grabbed a couple of their songs from iTunes. Thank you for that. 😉

    (BTW, your link to SNC is broken. It should be .com instead of .xom.)

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