In July 1991 I was 14 years old and had just started dating my boyfriend. For his 15th birthday he got two tickets to see Little Texas, Billy Dean and Clint Black at the Colliseum in Memphis TN. We were so excited that we would get to go an hour and a half away with a couple that weren’t our parents…the concert was just an added bonus.
The concert was the end of August, the hottest time of the year in the South. We left on a Friday night with no time to spare to get to the concert on time. We were so rushed for time that we stopped to get Kentucky Fried Chicken in Brownsville and ate chicken riding down the interstate. That was in the days before GPS or cell phones, so we got lost on the way to downtown Memphis. If you’ve never been lost in downtown Memphis, you’ve really missed out.
When we finally got into the concert we realized that our tickets weren’t together. That was another lucky surprise for us! The concert had already started, but I didn’t really mind because I wasn’t a big Little Texas fan. We got settled in and really got to looking around the stadium. The lights from the stage and all the people singing the songs were just so much to take in. I had never experienced anything like it before in my life.
Billy Dean was the second act of the night. He was one of my favorite singers at the time and I was so excited I could hardly stand myself. I was singing every song at the top of my lungs…it was almost like I forgot I was around other people and got lost in the music. Hearing all the people there singing the songs together was amazing…it helped me grow to love attending concerts just to experience the atmosphere.
Even though we were in the nosebleed section, we were straight back from the stage, and Michael brought a pair of binoculars, so when we looked through those it was like we were in the front row. Billy Dean was wearing a tight pair of black Levi’s, and he wore them really well. I had never been one of those people to notice men’s pants, but that night I got a new appreciation for Levi jeans.
The final act of the night was Clint Black. He had so many great songs, and I sang along with every one of them. When he ended the night with his cover of “Desperado”, the whole place was on their feet. That was before lighters were banned from concerts, so everywhere you looked people were holding up their lighters, standing and swaying back and forth, singing along with the song. Even though that has never been one of my favorite songs, every time I hear it I am transported back to that coliseum with all those people, bonded by a song just for a few minutes. Sometimes I think if we could all carry that feeling with us out into our regular lives, the world would be a much better place. The unity people share in a concert is a very touching thing…something that could benefit us all.