That time fleegan.com went to a hip music concert show

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What were the odds that 4 weeks into Aubergine’s stay in America the top Belgian pop singer would be performing a mere 150 miles away? On one hand I was all, “I’m pretty sure Jesus wants us to go to this Stromae concert.” On the other, more curmudgeon-hearted hand, I was all, “Thanks A LOT, Jesus. Now we gotta make the misery-laden drive to Atlanta.”

Mr. Fleegan and I had so much more fun than we thought we would considering:

1. We don’t speak French.

2. We don’t particularly enjoy electric-y, synth-y, rap-type music. (I enjoy acoustic instruments. I am old.)

3. Atlanta.

But it was too perfect an opportunity to pass up, to give an amazing piece of Belgium to our Belgian student? No way we couldn’t do it. Besides, being a host family has been nothing but a way for God to get us out of our comfort zones. (BTDubs, Lord, mission accomplished. So maybe we could dial back on that for a bit? Pleez?)

Aubergine had a blast. We sort of pushed her and her friend to go to the front part (it was all standing room only) while mr. Fleegan and I hung toward the middle by the sound guys. If you hang by the sound guys you are going to hear an amazing concert. That’s some freebie info for you that I learned from Liz’z dad, a top-notch Sound Guy. The Buckhead Theater is a small venue and I think it was a 2,000 or so capacity. An intimate mosh pit, if you will. 

I looked around and was surprised that we were not the oldest people at the show. In fact, there was a couple in their 80s, and I was taking their picture to be all, “Look, it’s us at a concert!” 

But they were adorable, she was wearing a t-shirt that read: Made in Belgium. And he was wearing a suit with one of those German-y hats with a feather in the band. As I was going to take their picture I stopped myself realizing that I was being kind of mean like, “Look, old people in the wild!” Like, don’t be a dick, Jaimie. 

Stromae put on a terrific show. It was SO entertaining, despite us not understanding 99.7% of the French. How could that matter? Music is universal. Mr. Fleegan and I jumped and sang and danced and shouted as best we could. 

Did I mention we had fun? Cos, guys? WE HAD FUN.

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