She's From (actually, like right outside...) Boston - Kenny Chesney

Steve Macone's version of the Kenny Chesney song "She's From Boston."

Kenny Chesney at Gillette Stadium, a cowboy hat conference where cars park close together, BBQ grills outnumber outhouses and the lunacy of "shirts" is somehow revealed to every 20-something male between the hours of 10 and 11 a.m. It's an event fast becoming our generation's Jimmy Buffet.

Soon, in Faneuil Hall bars, people will begin mentioning how they are "psyched" for "Kenny" this year, often when no one is talking about anything related.

Person A: "You want another drink, or you think we should go?"
Person B: "Speaking of 'going' and 'drinking'—I'm so psyched about Kenny this year!"

And that's the thing, it only makes sense to talk about the show months in advance because it's expensive and built-up and still awesome when the day comes. It's like the wedding of summer concerts, which makes sense because last year I think I saw a couple doing things on their honeymoon.

So you have to stretch it out to get your money's worth. The whole event is one of stretching, actually, of expanding time frames and identities in the name of fun. You talk about it months in advance; the party is an all day party; and the 25-year-old from Woburn parks his Altima at his friend's house and puts on a cowboy hat, stretching his own idea of himself the way everyone does when they belt out "I've got friends in low places." No you don't, you've got friends in financial services.

The only problem this year was: I couldn't get tickets. Not at Ticketmaster, at least. And this solidified my feeling that the key word there is "master". As in "Ticket, Master?" The master says, "You want overpriced tickets?" and you say "Yes, Masterrrrrrrrrr" and you type in ridiculous, crossed-out phrases like (these are all real) "Indian depth" "seats greatest" "determined if" "complete have", all of which you feel somehow is Tickemaster's way of subliminally communicating with you, often about your chance of getting tickets: "My son, even if you are determined you completely have no chance of seats greatest Also, India is deep, I guess."

And then the master says, "OK, now pay nine more dollars for no reason. I am the master!"

So, in the end, this happened. Enjoy.

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• Kenny
• Chesney
• Boston
• Steve Macone
• Gillette Stadium
• She's
• from

[tdziuba1]

this guy is hilarious, I saw him perform in Boston and he was friggen hysterical...I wish youtube had his bit on reese's peanut butter cups - classic