Huey Lewis and the News in Concert (Richmond, VA) 5/30/2007
Once again, I fought five o-clock prime-driving Innsbrook traffic to go two traffic lights and one right hand turn to the Pavillion. Lucky for me, unlike three weeks ago when "Weird Al" Yankovic was performing, I got the ticket EARLY enough so they actually had my name listed on their little print out at the WILL CALL table. The lady tried to hand me a white ticket, which I refused. I paid nearly $40 for Gold seating, and I spared her any further transgressions by accepting the gold copy paper ticket and made my way to the still short line.
Standing in line, I was reminded of the ginormous line that had formed back on the second. For Al, the line stretched well into the parkinglot, all the ways to whatever corporate building is there. Someone on YouTube said half a mile long? Don't know if its TRUE, but it had that look to it at the time. Moving beyond that stealthy reminder, the other eventful moments while standing in line for a good long time (as ticket said show starts at 6, when in truth they MEANT 7:30ish, which REALLY MEANT they would take stage at 8pm.) included me telling some newbie with the Liberty 98.9 van that the radio station rocks (as they are known for playing a bit of everything except rap and country, and never repeat a song for 48 hours or something), but their website sucks. II also engaged in conversation with two rather nice ladies, which incorporated us staring at some crazy 40something woman who had a bad Princess Diana-esque haircut, a black tank top, saggy breasts, and something written, literally, across her weeping-willow upper chest and sternum. Something in black sharpy, and something we couldn't read. Also, she had done her drinking elsewhere, as she was blitzed. And she was throwing her arms up and dancing, in line, to some music only heard inside her head. Her daughter (?) was laughing and playing along. What.the.hell...is the best sentiment to describe it.
Sometime shortly after, when they Event Staff let in the handicapped and season ticket holders, I ran for the usual right side of the gated sitting section, grabbing an middle aisle end seat at exact center of the stage, fourth row back. Why fourth row? Its perfectly perfect to sit and record the show without the Event Staff and Band (hopefully, fingers crossed) not to really notice. Also, Huey's show had enough excited fans who whipped out cell phones to record, so I wasn't a standout.
But what was I to discover near the front, to the side? But no, its COULDN'T be!
But YES! Its CrazyDrunkFanGirlSaggyBoobGoNuts lady, and her freakishly equally scary girlfriends having a party vamping it up (or cheesing it up) Paris Hilton style (or maybe its Brit Spears now?) for the small portion of the crowd that actually CARES. I overheard somewhat of a conversation behind me from some married folks who were wondering outloud what said Sharpy writing was, and accepted a curious verbal speculation to go 'pass by and look.'
Apparently, "Stef" is a guitarist for Huey Lewis and the News, according to HER^. However, later on during the set when Huey introduces his band, no one was NAMED anything close to a Stef, or Stephan, or even a Stan. I can check my videos again, but I swear to everything there wasn't one Stef among the Pre-retirement songbirds. This lady, she so crazy!
What I learned today:
Today, I learned the importance of good deodorant. During a two hour set, it was interesting to see the progression of sweat stains grow on the front and back of Huey's shirt.
Today I also learned that my digital camera has secrets. Boredome spurned experimentation, and my goofball happenstance I realized that there is more ZOOM capability in this BestBuy bought piece of electronic goodness. Also, I learned that I'm getting better at filming.
I learned through observation that shakey video films makes us want to vomit, AND the video is NOT "dancing to the music."
I want a New Drug/Small World
Standing in line, I was reminded of the ginormous line that had formed back on the second. For Al, the line stretched well into the parkinglot, all the ways to whatever corporate building is there. Someone on YouTube said half a mile long? Don't know if its TRUE, but it had that look to it at the time. Moving beyond that stealthy reminder, the other eventful moments while standing in line for a good long time (as ticket said show starts at 6, when in truth they MEANT 7:30ish, which REALLY MEANT they would take stage at 8pm.) included me telling some newbie with the Liberty 98.9 van that the radio station rocks (as they are known for playing a bit of everything except rap and country, and never repeat a song for 48 hours or something), but their website sucks. II also engaged in conversation with two rather nice ladies, which incorporated us staring at some crazy 40something woman who had a bad Princess Diana-esque haircut, a black tank top, saggy breasts, and something written, literally, across her weeping-willow upper chest and sternum. Something in black sharpy, and something we couldn't read. Also, she had done her drinking elsewhere, as she was blitzed. And she was throwing her arms up and dancing, in line, to some music only heard inside her head. Her daughter (?) was laughing and playing along. What.the.hell...is the best sentiment to describe it.
Sometime shortly after, when they Event Staff let in the handicapped and season ticket holders, I ran for the usual right side of the gated sitting section, grabbing an middle aisle end seat at exact center of the stage, fourth row back. Why fourth row? Its perfectly perfect to sit and record the show without the Event Staff and Band (hopefully, fingers crossed) not to really notice. Also, Huey's show had enough excited fans who whipped out cell phones to record, so I wasn't a standout.
But what was I to discover near the front, to the side? But no, its COULDN'T be!
But YES! Its CrazyDrunkFanGirlSaggyBoobGoNuts lady, and her freakishly equally scary girlfriends having a party vamping it up (or cheesing it up) Paris Hilton style (or maybe its Brit Spears now?) for the small portion of the crowd that actually CARES. I overheard somewhat of a conversation behind me from some married folks who were wondering outloud what said Sharpy writing was, and accepted a curious verbal speculation to go 'pass by and look.'
Apparently, "Stef" is a guitarist for Huey Lewis and the News, according to HER^. However, later on during the set when Huey introduces his band, no one was NAMED anything close to a Stef, or Stephan, or even a Stan. I can check my videos again, but I swear to everything there wasn't one Stef among the Pre-retirement songbirds. This lady, she so crazy!
What I learned today:
Today, I learned the importance of good deodorant. During a two hour set, it was interesting to see the progression of sweat stains grow on the front and back of Huey's shirt.
Today I also learned that my digital camera has secrets. Boredome spurned experimentation, and my goofball happenstance I realized that there is more ZOOM capability in this BestBuy bought piece of electronic goodness. Also, I learned that I'm getting better at filming.
I learned through observation that shakey video films makes us want to vomit, AND the video is NOT "dancing to the music."
I want a New Drug/Small World
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