This post is dedicated to the concert which I attended on Saturday evening with my husband and friends. In the city where we live, we have each year a music festival with a nice concept. This year there were 22 locations, 24 performers from different styles (from disco, rock, country, folk) and we chose the Tone Jets in the local Irish Pub and we were not at all dissapointed. Great music (country and western), great live performance, great atmosphere. We loved the 5 hours spend together under the spell of music. Great Sunday :)
And to remember the evening, a bit of Shania Twain, love her voice :)
A lovely way to spend an evening, with friends at a Concert. I like all kinds of music, but really like country & western. That song by Shania Twain is just great!
Concerts are always great fun.. Soaking up the music and the atmosphere with friends or family, is always a great high... :) And the song is so funky! :D :D
My city doesn't have anything like your music festival. I miss the one held in New Orleans every year. 14 hours is too long to drive, even for that festival. Sounds like you had a great time, you lucky woman you.
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@Pencil Girl - great description for the song, funky! I like it :) @Desiree - yes, somehow you come up with idea for almost each letter right? @Queen - New Orleans sounds great, maybe one day for us too! Thanks for dropping by!
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