I don’t plan on writing a synopsis of last night. I don’t have the patience to do that. Ill just post some thoughts I had through the night.
- The seats we got were probably the farthest from the main stage. We were directly opposite, facing the stage, on the top level, at the very top row. Yeah, central, but so distant. I took a picture of the view with my phone. See what we were up against?
- We were right by the concrete walls, so we expected the acoustics to be wretched. They were. They did Lady Sovereign absolutely no favours. Her punk numbers sounded all mushed together into one big cacophonic mess. The sound for Akon’s set wasn’t all that much better. When the little girlies screamed, I went deaf from the echo. It was like everything was focused and amplified by the time it got to where we were. I think for Gwen’s set, we tolerated it. We knew the tunes and were able to makes sense of things.
- What the hell…is he managing to get all of these pubescent teens to sing “I wanna fuck you” in unison? Kind of unreal.
- Come to think of it, much of the audience in the ACC that night was female (duh). I was slightly surprised at just how trampy most of them were dressing. Underage. Underage. Underage.
- Gwen knows how to make an entrance, holy.
- The video screens on stage present great visuals. On some of the songs, it really helps to contribute to the atmosphere.
- Speaking of visuals, the ones shown during her performance of Yummy reminded me so much of something that Terry Gilliam might have come up with when he was creating those animation bits for the Flying Circus.
- I think, when she got into the upbeat songs off of her first dance album, the energy of the crowd started climbing.
- At one point, she ran out into the crowd and performed amongst the people. She actually went close to the back of the place and immersed herself. My friend and I were thinking that that alone would have provided great memories for the lucky folks that got near her. It would’ve been totally unexpected.
- While she was in the crowd, I noticed that even from the distance I was looking at her, you could still make out her abdominal definition. She’s fit.
- It was hot in there. The vendors were going around pimping water bottles. I inquired about the price and refused to buy when I found out it was $3.75. The vendor told me: “You’ll get thirsty eventually!” How ominous.
- This shit is BANANAS.
- 3/4 of her Harajuku girls are from Japan. Who knew?
- She likes to sort of pander to the audience. Of course, many performers are good at doing that. I thought it was kind of cute, so maybe I was succumbing to her? Yeah…no.
- In the end, you don’t go to her performances to hear her sing. It’s all about the fact that she can bring high entertainment value.
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