Very bitchin' show and very bitchin' venue. The show seemed really short to me and Fred Schneider seemed bored off his tits, but Kate Pierson was doing more than her part to make it fun. And Cindy Wilson seemed really...awkward. As if maybe she had a new spine or something. And Keith Strickland did his usual bad-ass bass thing.
Even if they didn't play Good Stuff (aka The Album That Never Happened) or Cosmic Thing. They did play Strobelight which is always funtimes. And even though I could live the rest of my life without every hearing Love Shack ever again, I will make an exception for live performances. Planet Claire and Rock Lobster made for a rockin' encore as well.
Bit of a phone-in, but not if Kate could help it. (Not bad for a lady who's going to be turning 60 next year!)
Had a very good time and it made me feel young that the show was over before I knew it (though it was your standard 1.5 hours) and we were definitely the youngest ones there...though we both expected it to be the high school reunion we never had. Oh well. And we were very close to the stage, always nice.
And it was also nice enough not to flood while we were there (been having floods in North Texas). And we managed to find it with almost no problem, even if our car did have to wade through the throngs of people filling the American Airlines venue next door for The Police.
Not the most titillating 300th post, but it's bedtime. So there.
4 comments:
Congrats on the big 300. Yeah, you're lucky the two of weren't swept away by all these freakish storms. Glad you enjoyed the concert. I'd love to see Portishead live someday but I despise crowds so.. *shrugs shouldrs*.
Well Happy 300 anyways. Where are the dudes in loin cloths?
Oh, it sounds faboo! I can't believe she is really turning 60 next year. She is awesome.
I am so pleased they played Planet Claire. What about Quiche Lorraine?
Macg: woo hoo! This was so my crowd. No one burned me with their cigarette or tried to talk to me, go them.
Blanco: I know, I know. And thanks!
Vel: 60! She IS the party out of bounds.
no quiche lorraine, but it seems to have disturbed my dinner party that I recited the lyrics over dinner. apparently they never knew the lyrics.
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