Can I Hear A Holla?

Okay, so I have to start off by saying, I love concerts. Yes, I might be to old for this, I admit, but it's true. I don't know why, but I love going to see live music. Maybe it's my obsession with music in general, new bands, old bands, totally cool songs my friends haven't heard of before, maybe it's that i spent a better part of my youth as either ( I don't know which) a second or third generation Dead Head. Yes, many a high school and college days were spent at Dead concerts. I can't pinpoint why, but even at my advanced age of 39 (!) I still love a concert. I get hell bent on getting the best seats, getting them pre sale, getting them any way I can get them. When I know they have become mine I get so much happiness out of that, it lasts through the concert and then on an on and on. I don't know why. Some people like those figurine things, Hummels? I like concert tickets. To each his own.
What's my point? Okay so I have to give a huge shout out to my good buddy known as Anonymous, not only has he scored me Counting Crows tickets and (Oh no, not again) Jonas Brothers tickets for Saige and three of her closest buddies (one being a baby sitter) but perhaps, just maybe, haven't wanted to mention it before, because we're still not certain, but, there could be back stage passes to our upcoming Kid Rock concert. This is where the holla part comes in. I know, there are some haters dislikers, but I am not one of them. I'm sure some of you are saying, "Get a life." I assure you, I will totally get on that......just as soon as I meet Bobby. So while we wait with baited breath. While I dig myself deeper into Stephenie Meyers world with Bella and Edward, while I get ready for (yeah) Jack Johnson tonight, I will just cross my fingers, and perhaps chant in my head a couple times (Kid Rock) and many will roll their eyes and hope for me to gain some sense, but I will hear the music in my head, and just be happy.