RICHMOND — My fiance Jimmy mostly hates country music ― but he loves Dwight Yoakam.
So on Friday night (a.k.a. “Dwight Night”), we found a babysitter for the youngin’ and followed a trail of straw/cowboy hat-wearing fans to the EKU Center for the Arts. I had never seen so many bluejeans with gull-wing back pocket stitching in my life.
Oh, and cowboy boots.
But that was Dwight Yoakam style: poured-in blue jeans, a cowboy hat pulled down real low, and tonight, head-to-toe denim. Of course, he was wearing cowboy boots, with those slick soles that seemingly glide the honky-tonk man across the stage during his signature knee-knocking moves.
I told Jimmy I’m calling it the “Cowboy Moonwalk.”
We took our seats next to a sweet lady named Mildred Brandenburg. She immediately struck up a conversation with us about how she comes to a lot of concerts and was “into all kinds of music,” but didn’t really know anything about Dwight Yoakam. She does remember loving the Kenny Rogers concert last year, she said.
Her granddaughter Melony Lane sat down next to her and said she didn’t bring her grandmother to the concert, she came with her grandmother, who was “game for most anything.”
The stage was decorated with low-hanging lights, which created the illusion of an intimate jam session ― but the show had a full-arena sound. I remember thinking MY grandmother would’ve definitely thought it was too loud.
Every band member was wearing some variation of black, white and sparkles, except for Yoakam, who was keeping it real down-home in denim. He had just a spattering of sparkles on his guitar strap. But when he turned his back to the audience to strum on the guitar or to do that signature shuffle, you saw that his jacket was “be-sparkled” too ― which incited the crowd to scream louder.