When we got married seven and a half years ago, I liked a band called Switchfoot. They weren’t my favorite band, but I’d been listening to them since their first album eight years before. Zach knew nothing about them. Today, they are our favorite band. I’m sure there are some bands Zach may like more, but 9 out of 10 you’ll find us listening to them.
Zach likes lyrics. He doesn’t pick songs because of how catchy they are or if they have a good beat. He likes a song that makes you think, a song that goes a little deeper than what it seems like on the surface. Jon Foreman write these types of songs…songs that Zach and I sit and discuss.
And then there was the concert Stacy and I attended in 2005. Switchfoot puts on an amazing concert, has amazing, friendly fans, and are themselves amazing and friendly with the fans. The next time they were in town, we insisted on going. And then the next time, but that didn’t turn out so good, well, until after the concert. As you can see…we like to see them in concert. In fact, last year, at this time, I flew out to Virginia to visit Stacy and go to a Switchfoot concert out there.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that when we heard they were coming back through Colorado, Zach and I wanted to go. Unfortunately, we didn’t get our act together and find a babysitter and buy tickets before they sold out. We were pretty bummed, especially because they just came out with Vices Verses.
Jon Foreman is known to have “aftershows,” a free acoustic session somewhere around the venue after the concert. Although the first ones we went to were spontaneous, they’ve become the norm and he generally announces the place on Twitter just after the show. At some point during the week, we realized the concert was on a Friday and it would be so doable to at least go to the aftershow.
After work yesterday, after dinner, after grocery shopping, we packed up Isaac, made sure we had coats and headed out to Boulder. It was 10:30PM. Neither Zach nor I are familiar with Boulder. I’ve driven straight through a few times, Zach used to party there, but never drove and it was years, and years ago. We were a little skeptical about finding the place, but we drove right there. The tour buses were on the side and we found a parking space that gave us perfect viewing of both the buses and the theater. And immediately people started pouring out. Perfect timing…11:30PM.
Isaac had fallen asleep, so we woke him up and asked if he still wanted to see the guy play the guitar. He said, “Yes, but not yet, maybe later.” I cuddled him and suddenly, he was awake, yelling out the windows, “Hi everybody.” We got out of the car to wander a bit, saw Jon chatting, then he snuck away to the bus. It was cold outside, so we went back to the car and were contemplating leaving, when Jon tweeted…aftershow 10 min behind the theater…12:30AM.
We wandered over there. It was a parking garage and there was a crowd around the big semi they were packing. We started towards them and heard clapping, as Jon cut through the crowd and headed our direction with his guitar. He made eye contact, smiled. Saw Isaac and asked him his name. The crowd was pushing, we hung back. I began to fear we weren’t going to be able to see or hear or anything. Then Jon says, “I know it might be a bit strange, but please sit down.” Everyone sits.
It was an interesting, fun aftershow. A song was requested…Let that Be Enough…but Jon couldn’t remember it, what key or anything, but this kid that was there knew it and said he would play. So Jon put his guitar around this kid and sat down. Seeing Jon watch this kid play his song is exactly why we love him and his band. Below is a photo, Jon is sitting in front just to the right of the guy in the red hoodie, the look on his face says it all.
Isaac sat like a good boy. He was very interested in everyone around, he wanted to be like them and insisted on sitting on the ground cross-legged with his hands in his lap a few time and he loved clapping at the end of each song.
Back to the car for the long ride home with sleepy eyes and smiles on our faces. Isaac made it about 30 minutes before he crashed and somehow I managed to make it all the way home. Isaac was in comfy clothes, so we just put him in bed and crashed ourselves. 2:20AM.
Yes, we may have been the crazies that took their two year old to an aftershow at midnight on a Friday, but we are the crazies that have memories and smiles for all times.