A concert review in bullet points

  • The venue was pretty, but a little packed. As in sardine like. As in the middle aged, portly lady next to Macdougal was sitting on him for several minutes before she noticed his squirming and stood up saying “I am soo sorry. Was I sitting on you?”
  • I have never been to a concert where the crowd sang all the songs louder than the performers. It was fun and annoying at the same time. The annoying part was the fact that the young girls behind me had awful voices and when they didn’t know the words they had loud conversations about cell phones, boyfriends, etc. This same young lady kept dancing wildly and smacking Mr. Vixen in the head while repeating her chant of “Oops, I’m sorry.”
  • After a strong opening with Rock N’ Me, Take The Money and Swingtown, they departed from their music and covered a bunch of other peoples music. The did a very nice cover of Crossroads and then a bunch of stuff that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
  • We used this time to go into the casino and get drinks because the two bars outside were packed.
  • They continued in mostly this vain of other musician’s music, with a smattering of their stuff mixed in: Serenade, Jungle Love and Dance, Dance, Dance.
  • He then told a story about an old sitar/guitar he bought in 1965 (which made me feel ancient) but segued into a lovely rendition of Wild Mountain Honey. Not one of their most famous songs, but my personal favorite. Back in the olden days, before internet, we had CB Handles (the equivalent of super-secret internet identities) and my first handle was Wild Mountain Honey.
  • Some more other peoples’ music and a fun rendition of The Joker. Except whenever he got to the line “midnight toker” he shook his hand in a vehement negative motion.
  • Then they launched into their signature tune, Fly Like An Eagle. Now maybe the dude is really sick of that song, but I have never seen a performer with less enthusiasm. It really seemed like he didn’t want to do that song. Then, to make matters worse, in the middle they decided to make it an extended version. Complete with the piano player RAPPING (?!) something about a green earth and saving the planet. I can’t be really sure what he was saying because everyone around me was laughing so hard. The extended version also included some kind of long solo thing, in which it seemed the geriatric dudes fell asleep and were playing elevator music. Now, my son Macdougal, says he can never hear this song again with laughing.
  • I honestly can’t remember what song they played last, I can’t even recall if it was one of theirs. The kids got up and bolted for the door, they had enough. I thought they might do an encore so I hung back and visited the bathroom. Sure enough they agreed to play another song. Steve asked for suggestions and the entire crowd bellowed Jet Airliner. He said “Jet Airliner?” and promptly countered with some country/cowboy song called I Just Left Texas. So we just left.
  • It was fun. We had a lot to laugh at…crowd included. And Macdougal kept up his new tradition of getting clocked in the head by a middle aged lady clapping too hard (just like when he attended the Eagles concert with me. At least it wasn’t me this time). He says he feels safer at a NiN concert. To which Mr. Vixen replied, “hey at least we don’t have mash potting at our concerts.” Which was an hysterical high point of the evening.
  • I think I would have really enjoyed the concert for say….$35 a ticket. But for $65 per ticket, I feel a little ripped off.

A picture is up at my 365 Project.