Concert Review: Kid Rock and Lynyrd Skynyrd at Capitol Federal Park at Sandstone
I don’t have a gun, a trucker hat or any cutoff denim clothing. I refuse to drink PBR, I drive a Japanese car and honestly, motorcycles kind of freak me out. Despite all of this, I thought that to turn down tickets to see Kid Rock and Lynyrd Skynyrd on the Fourth of July would be decidedly unpatriotic.
Sandstone was packed… A veritable sea of white folks. I remember reading that a pack of four lawn tickets could be purchased for $100. It was true recession relief. Kid Rock would later thank the crowd for spending their “hard earned money.”
I missed Jonathan Tyler & the Northern Lights, but I was able to slide right into reserved seating right on time to catch Johnny Van Zant, Gary Rossington and the rest of the perpetually rotating cast of musicians that make up the immortal Lynyrd Skynyrd, including, Rickey Medlocke the original drummer from 1970 to 1971, who rejoined the band 25 years later as a guitarist.
He looked like a Southern-fried-hard-rockin’ Gollum.
“There’s a lot of you here today, God Almighty… How many of you are true Lynyrd Skynyrd fans?” asked Van Zant before they busted into my favorite Skynyrd song, “That Smell.” Ooooh ooooh, that smell! The flying words on the video monitors on stage read “That” and “Smell.” We smelled it all right… big joints and impending rain. Ooooh ooooh, that smell!
