That perspective remained until I recently floated the idea to my friend Jimmie during a recent conversation about my “I have never...” journey. Excited by the idea, Jimmie readily offered to have his band, Daniel and the Lion, perform at my house during a leg of their summer tour. Realizing I couldn’t forego such an opportunity, I happily accepted the offer and set to work planning for my first backyard concert. To my surprise, interest in the event picked up relatively quickly after I started notifying people of the event, which bolstered my effort to try to make it a night to remember. Everything seemed to be pointing to another dream of mine becoming reality as a result of my “I have never…” idea. I just needed the weather to cooperate to make the event a success.
Moving forward to the night of the event, I found myself driving home from work to the sight of gathering clouds and the pending threat of scattered storms. Despite the weather, Daniel and Jimmie arrived to my house around 6:00 pm in high spirits, ready to set up for the event. Waiting for some signal from the weather, we sat in the backyard and caught up for a while. We talked about their tour, their forthcoming music, and my “I have never…” journey for some time with no clear indication from the weather. We remained in a tentative yet optimistic state until about one hour from the show’s scheduled start time. Knowing it was time to make a decision, Daniel and I started planning for the PA setup and laid out a cable spread for the audio system. Then the rain came.
|The preshow hangout|
Nervousness washed over me as I stared at the weather radar loop in front me. I watched over and over again, hoping the image would miraculously change and save my first backyard concert. Minutes passed as I refreshed the image and watched, silent among the jovial group around me. Acknowledging my disturbed state, Jimmie ultimately pulled me away from the computer images and wrapped his arm over my shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. If we have to, we move it inside. You’ve never had a house concert before, right?” I immediately recognized the truth in his words, which put me at ease and rekindled some hope in me. “You’re right. I haven’t, but I don’t want the crowd to scare off” I said with a sense of unease. “What’s a show without people?” I continued looking out the windows at the rain. Jimmie was quick to offer me a few words of assurance and give me a pat on the back. He reminded me this certainly wasn’t his first experience planning a show around the weather, and that he would ensure we had a night to remember. I nodded my head in response to his words, but still had a heavy heart at the thought of the concert being a bust. Regardless, I knew I had to put my trust in Jimmie and Daniel. I knew if anyone could make the concert a success it was them. I just had to play my part, and that meant getting people to brave the weather and come to the show.
|The living room crowd|