When I was making plans for my Saturday night in Dallas, I was expecting a quiet night in with my mom and my best friend. However, as I was driving up to Dallas, I was given a strange invitation via text from Talia (the best friend in question): “So I think we have some tickets to the Lenny Kravitz concert tomorrow night. Would you wanna go??”

As I read her proposal, I wondered what on Earth had possessed her to get tickets for a man we really weren’t that interested in; but feeling adventurous and tired of the same-old, same-old I said “Sure.”

When Saturday afternoon rolled around, I wondered if I had made the right decision in accepting the tickets. After telling my mom, who was surprised, but nonetheless OK with the idea of me going to the show, I felt I had sealed my fate. Talia texted me the impromptu plan, and I scrambled for an acceptable outfit and headed out the door towards her house.
After a quick Chick-fil-A trip, we made our way towards the American Airlines Center downtown. We found some decent parking right up front for the questionable fee of $15, shivered our way to will call and finally entered the warm, pristine dome.

After doing a lap to find our section, we (Talia, her sister Zoe and myself) were greeted with the sounds of band music. Not just any band either: the Ohio State Buckeye band and their cheerleaders. We were all confused considering there was hardly anyone in the 50,000-seat arena; but they were entertaining even so.
Two more acts ensued, leaving me ill with want. I wanted to see if Lenny Kravitz was worth my Saturday night. I was also ill with worry for him considering that up until he made his way on the stage, there was hardly a soul in the whole place.

Before Lenny came on, Talia and Zoe told me that their uncle (a sound mixer for Lenny) was allowing us to leave our nice seats for the pseudo-sound booth for a more leveled view for the show. The trunk we sat on was way better than the seats we were in, if I do say so myself.

After taking our goofy selfies from the area, we were anxious for the show. And after the channel 5 news guy was done trying to excite the crowd, the sound of guitars ensued, leaving the crowd ecstatic.

And then he came on. Clad in black coated jeans, black sunglasses (that he wore the whole two-hour show), a low-buttoned, dotted shirt, silver ankle boots and a black blazer, he exuded the glam rock aesthetic.

And then he sang. And played the guitar. Needless to say, I liked him. Aside from “American Woman” and “Fly Away,” I was unfamiliar with the set list, but every song he did was wonderful.
His band was mostly female, and in some ways they outshined Lenny. The girl on drums played the most incredible solo I’ve ever heard. Normally when it comes to drum solos it can be confused with banging to me, but by God was her banging musical and magical. And with Lenny’s guitar skills and the backup singers, the sound was electrifying. Saturday night well spent.