As our belated anniversary celebration, Doug and I went to see the Los Lonely Boys concert at the Surf Ballroom, Clear Lake, IA. I know nothing of this band, except that they won the Grammy award for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal in 2005 for their hit ‘Heaven’. I was hesitated at first, especially knowing that it’d take an hour and a half to go there.
“Come on… it’d be fun to watch a Mexican Rock ‘N Roll band,” Doug said.
The concert took place at the Surf Ballroom. I’ve never heard of this place before, but it appears to be an iconic place in a small town Iowa because of Buddy Holly. It’s the site of Buddy Holly’s last concert on Feb 2, 1959. Holly, along with Ritchie Valens (remember La Bamba?) and J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, died in a plane crash north of Clear Lake following their performance at the Surf in the early morning hours of Feb 3rd – info was taken from the Surf’s website. Since then, Clear Lake been ‘milking’ Buddy Holly’s persona for the town’s benefit.
Our best friends Gary and Ruben drove up from Cedar Falls and joined us that night. We had dinner at a restaurant not very far from the Surf. Couldn’t remember the name, but it was like an old diner with the majority of older crowd. The waitress asked if I’m doing fine being the only girl hanging out with ‘rowdy’ boys.
“Oh, just fine. Thanks, though,” I smiled at her while trying to hide a smirk on my face. The thought of Gary and Ruben being rowdy was just too funny. Rowdy, according to Merriam-Webster Online, means coarse or boisterous in behavior. The only time they’re behaving ‘rowdy’ is probably when they’re arguing about Hollywood gossips. Or boys.
Both Doug and Gary engorged theirselves silly. I’ve been nibbling all day at work earlier because it was Food Day for one of my coworker’s last day at work. Plus, my dinner. The three of us walked out from the restaurant slowly, groaning about being uncomfortably full. I think this is my first time ever going to a concert not feeling so good.
Anywho, we went to the Ballroom after dinner, and check in with the lady at the front desk. Doug had bought our tickets online, so we thought they’re on reservation. We weren’t sure what to expect, so we approached slowly and tell the lady our situation.
Doug: “Hello, I believe you have something for us?”
Lady: “Okay, what’s your name?”
Doug gave her his full name.
Lady: “Alrighty then, here you are.” Handed Doug a white envelope.
Doug after opening it: “Uhh, there’s nothing in here.”
Lady: “Oh… THAT is your tickets.”
Blank look from us.
Me after 5 secs later: “Oh! The empty envelope is our tickets! I see.”
Doug, Gary, and Ruben in unison: “Ohhhhh…”
As we walk in to the Ballroom, the opening band was performing and it was LOUD. But as soon as wet in to our ‘booth’, the loudness subsided. The booth is probably not the best seat in the Ballroom. The pillars were blocking our views, plus you have to kind of look over your shoulder or adjust the way you sit to be able to see the stage better. In short, Surf Ballroom’s booth seating sucks!
The band itself, the Los Lonely Boys, were awesome. The three brothers opened their act with ‘La Bamba’ song and said it was a tribute to a Latino rock legend, Ritchie Valens. Henry Garza, the band’s frontman, played the guitar amazingly. Almost like watching a young Santana. The ballroom’s crowd was never stop making noises. They were hysterical when Henry played the opening chord of their hit “Heaven” to wrap up their performance that night.
Note to self: “Do not overstuffed yourself before a concert. Otherwise, you won’t be able to drink, be a little tipsy, and dance like silly.”