August is probably the worst month ever.
Besides my birthday (August 17th, just saying), there really is nothing good that happens. August means the end of summer, the dreaded beginning of the new school year quickly approaching, and most importantly: the end of the summer concert season for us New Englanders.
We wait all year for an outdoor, country filled summer and it goes by WAY too fast.
But luckily this year August wasn’t so bad because of one man: Brad Paisley.