- the back half of the concert hall is empty, leaving lots of prime choices for comfortable aisle seating.
- the first five rows are full of tipsy soccer moms swinging to the music and waving their arms in the air (when they're not busy throwing panties on stage).
- the 85-year-old volunteer ushers gather in the back of the theater and actually listen to the concert as if the symphony was performing.
- the line to the men's room is longer than the line to the ladies' room.
- your husband is the youngest guy there (besides Taylor) and he's 53.
We actually had a good time but I think it had more to do with the fact that we were out of the house after dark with bellies full of sushi, mojitos (in my case) and gin and tonics (in Roger's case) than our concert experience. We had the most fun sitting on a bench in the very back of the theater talking, joking and people
judging watching. I was a bit disappointed in the overall experience from a concert standpoint. Taylor sang well, but the ads I'd seen for the concert made it look more like an intimate, almost acoustic, evening with "your buddy Taylor." In reality, he was much more removed than that and seemed to be going for a big-time-star kind of show. He didn't talk to the audience much and he was backed up by a capable, seven-piece band (with an awesome bass player) with a sound much larger than I expected. Maybe that's how the American Idols roll, but I think Taylor would have benefited from a more intimate concert setting (which I think could have been accomplished even in a 2300-seat theater) and more time connecting with the audience. His familiar and friendly qualities were, I think, what led to his win. He should have capitalized more on them. The next day we read a review that said only 1200 tickets were sold. Maybe Simon (and CityMama!) were right after all.