I was anxious to see this show. I don't think GBS has ever played a "bad" show in NYC. Every time I've seen them here, there is a connection betwen them and their audience. It's like we're all kindred spirits. The band acts differently in New York City, they seem to swagger. And well they should! They've played some prestigious places here to sold-out crowds. They seem to enjoy being here in the City That Doesn't Sleep. And the city loves them in return.
As we waited for the show to start, while we were exchanging pleasantries with those surrounding us, small rectangles of colored paper rained down from above. Many that landed near us were orange. Chris suggested that it meant for us to throw caution to the wind, a message from the GBS gods. LOL! Ya gotta love a quick thinker! This was the first show I've been to that was attended by a seeing eye dog (and his master of course). They had seats right along Stage Bob in front of the theatre. I wonder if the loudness of the music bothered the dog's ears. Christina was sporting a cane and I asked her if she wanted to use my cane chair. She took me up on that as she was looking toward foot surgery in the coming weeks and was not going to be able to stand comfortably on it all evening. I thought she needed the seat more than I did at this point. Endi and Michele and a few others sat down on the floor and waited. If I got down there I'd never get back up again!
As per usual (I can say that after 3 shows, can't I?) the show began in the dark, Bob's whistle creating a haunting, mesmerizing tune that people just HAD to pay attention to. Tishialuk Girls opening tune (Father's Jig) is a great ear-opener for new and old fans alike. |
