Gwen Stefani
Last night I went to see Gwen Stefani at Shoreline. She was in-freaking-credible. The visuals were stunning, especially during Early Winter. I could watch a Geisha girl twirl he robes in slow motion during a snow storm all day long. (I wonder what that says about me.)
Gwen's obviously Vivienne Westwood-designed costumes were awesome, as were here dancers, of both the Harajuku girl and American male varieties. She had some pitch problems on a couple of her songs. But, her showomanship more than made up for it.
At one point, Gwen came out to the front of the second section and performed a song. She was about 20 feet from me. I cursed the fact that I'd not brought my camera. I normally don't bring it unless I'm going to be right up near the stage. Ah well. I rocked anyway.
Oh, and Gwen's keyboardist, Kristopher Pooley, is freaking H-O-T. Even hotter with the mohawk he's now sporting. WOOF!
Gwen's obviously Vivienne Westwood-designed costumes were awesome, as were here dancers, of both the Harajuku girl and American male varieties. She had some pitch problems on a couple of her songs. But, her showomanship more than made up for it.
At one point, Gwen came out to the front of the second section and performed a song. She was about 20 feet from me. I cursed the fact that I'd not brought my camera. I normally don't bring it unless I'm going to be right up near the stage. Ah well. I rocked anyway.
Oh, and Gwen's keyboardist, Kristopher Pooley, is freaking H-O-T. Even hotter with the mohawk he's now sporting. WOOF!