The concert was incredible. Just amazing. I have lots of video and pictures to show you, but I don't have any way to downloaded it to my laptop here in the hotel. Plus, Sophie was dissatisfied with the way her hair turned out in the best picture, and I promised I could Photoshop it before we posted it.
Because that's what friends are for.
Casting Crowns was spectacular. They are unassuming and down-to-earth and as musically talented as any band in any genre, I'd wager. Their message is a powerful one of truth and hope and grace. And even though I'm not much of a CD-buyer normally, let me tell you that you MUST go get this CD. It is fantastic.
I really enjoyed the two opening acts, too--John Waller and Leeland. Even though when Leeland came on stage I leaned over and asked Melanie, "How old is that boy?" Turns out he's eighteen, but I would've sworn he was even younger. I could be his momma. It's a sobering thought indeed to realize you are old enough to have a child with a recording contract.
Anyway, the whole thing was phenomenal (I should stop now, because I'm running out of adjectives). I have a million more things to tell you (including the fact that we got to meet Casting Crowns and I did not make a fool of myself), but I'm about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It's been a busy, adrenaline-filled day, and this soft and quiet hotel bed is calling my name.