B-O-S-T-O-N like the city....
Yes, let's harken back to the 1970s and 80s.
When music was music and LOUD was loud.
Family Circle outdid themselves this night. I doubt there were any small white folding chairs left in their storage facility.
ALL of the chairs were placed on the clay courts so a maximum number of bodies could share space and two-sided contact with each other.
Well, until the music started.
Then we no longer were seated cheek-to-jowl.
Standing, singing, swaying, mini-dancing and having a great time!
I did not remember the band Boston that well. The founder, Tom Scholz, is listed as the only original member.
As befits him and its origins, Tom wore an MIT t-shirt as he moved around and played a variety of instruments.
Did I mention the captivating light show and projected images of space, earth, rocks, and boulders.
Oh, and the flying saucers, comets, moons and a hitchhiker thumbing a ride in the desert to Planet Nebula?
Everyone else darted around the brightly-lighted stage, did solos and duos, and then quickly ran back to their assigned starting point.
Showmanship and an avalanche of tunes that everyone seemed to know and sing along with.
Standing for almost the entire show, I watched people squeeze through the non-existing space between rows. And climb over pairs of chairs.
Past laughing and singing fans to leave and weave away for another beer or to work their way up the stairs to the bathrooms.
Well, theatrical vapor, not really on fire.
But his playing sure was burning the place down!
Everyone on stage was moving at a marching band pace - 120 beats to the minute instead of 60.
The excitement was contagious and we all caught it.
The constant changing back and forth added its own element of fast paced activity.
Needless to say, all the band members are good at what they do.
The advantage of sitting, er, standing, in the 3rd row cannot be over-emphasized.
You almost feel you are part of the show.
Looking around me in close quarters, it was easy to see long-time fans who knew - and sang along -all of the songs.Another pairings brought Gary Pihl, the lead guitar and the agile bassist Tracy Ferrie, together as a light-flared duo at the front of the stage.
Beth Cohen, the lone lady, would leave her keyboard at stage right, bound to the front and either solo or buddy up for a brief part of a song with Tommy DeCarlo, the lead vocalist..
She was just as light on her feet as her bandmates.
There was a lot of high-fives (low-fives?) between band members and the standing audience. Guitar picks were thrown to the crowd at the end - and again after the encore - but none sailed all the way to the 3rd row.
Saw a happy fan on the way out holding up her pick with the band's name emblazoned in color.
I have several treasured picks at home - especially one handed to me at House of Blues in North Myrtle Beach, by the late, great B. B. King.
No souvenirs tonight as I walked back to my car.
(Click on the photos for some amazing details.)
I did not see any NY Yankee caps tonight.
Labels: B.B. King guitar pick, Beth Cohen, drummer Curly Smith, Gary Pihl, NY Yankees caps, Planet Nebula, the band Boston, Tom Scholz, Tommy DeCarlo, Tracy Ferrie
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