wow, what fun. i would have never guessed i could have had such a good time at alltel pavillion. (that place is disgusting on so many levels.)
we arrived late, barely in time for the average white band's encore, "pick up the pieces" (you were right about that, georg). then came michael mcdonald, who sorta bored me. he's got a nice enough voice, i guess... i just don't like what he does with it. ("i keep... forgettin'... we're not in love anymore..." bleah!) he played a few songs from his "recent motown album" which -for me- were cringeworthy.
still, it was really fun to people-watch. charo and i were rubbernecking, trying to take it all in. we were in the second row behind the VIP boxes... and no one was in front of us, so we had an unobstructed view. lots of skanky people to see.
anyway, hall & oates finally came out and at first i thought, "good god, they've aged badly" (darryl hall is almost 60!) but i think that's just because i've really only ever seen them on their airbrushed album covers. upon closer inspection (charo brought binoculars) they actually looked pretty good. especially john oates, who was wearing a very nice-fitting pair of jeans. hubba hubba.
darryl hall is a total doofus on stage. a showboat. he made little chompy motions with his hands as he sang "maneater", for instance. he jumped up & down in spastic ways during "a song from his most recent solo album... you should go out and get it."
i called lulu during "one on one" and let her listen over the phone. then i called joy during "sara samile". the rest of the time i just sat there with a big ol' grin on my face. it was such happy music.
then something weird happened. hall & oates brought both michael mcdonald and the average white band on stage with them. 16 people, total. lord, you haven't heard anything until you've heard michael mcdonald sing "your kiss is on my list". very, very strange.
they continued on for a few more songs this way, swapping vocals, with darryl hall singing lead on a doobie brothers song and whatnot, until they finally ended with a (too) long version of "hot fun in the summertime". then they waved from stage, disappeared behind the curtain, and the crowd clapped and shouted for more. but the lights came up and the monitors flashed "drive safely!" and we all kinda looked at each other like, "that's it? no encore??"
charo really wanted to hear "private eyes" (private eyes [clap] are watching you [clap clap] they see your evvvv-errrry move) and i really wanted to hear "rich girl". we pouted a little bit, then realized we'd had a really good time for free (plus the bonus of getting to stare at john oates' package) so... whaddya gonna do?
we got in the car and drove home listening to the CD of the hits they didn't play.
all in all, a very good time.
Posted by xta at June 30, 2004 11:55 PM | TrackBack