We were super blessed to attend a
Ross King concert this past Friday night.
I love the songs that he writes. They are so real and in your face. I need that. They speak to me. The Lord has truly gifted him musically and poetically.
It was really awesome because I was outside walking around taking some pictures and there were people walking by on the streets of Downtown Bryan wondering what was going on at The Palace. The conversations went something like this.
"Who is Ross King?"
"I don't know, but he sounds pretty cool."
"You want to go check it out?"
"Sure. I'm game for whateva!"
And in they went. Praise the Lord!
The Palace was a groovy place for a concert. The kiddos had fun running around together and we had fun worshiping the Lord outside.
The funniest part HAD to be the train. If you know anything about Downtown Bryan, you know that there is a train that runs right in the middle of it. A very loud train. Ross was in the middle of his 5th or 6th song and this blaring horn overpowered everything. The band totally stopped playing. How could they even continue? It was rediculously (is that a word?) loud.
I didn't have my 'bread & butta' zoom lens. It is too big for me to tote around with a gigantic 7 month old on my hip. So, I didn't get in as close as I would have liked to. I did get some wide angle stuff. This also means I didn't get any of my groovy Hope Group leader on the drums.....the rock star, Craig Weaver. He is sick on the drums. For real! I just learned that in teeny bopper terms, 'sick' is a great thing. It is the equivalent to us saying 'awesome' in the 90s.
