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The djBeaton Review
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A Nashville Tennessean pre-show story featuring Stephen Stills.
I just returned from a brief stint in Heaven. Second row center right between the mikes of Graham and Croz. At least I think that's what Heaven will be like - the only difference will be that God will have my seat. Maybe he'll let me sit on his lap.
It was great meeting alot of you in Nashville. A big thanks to Sweet Virginia (sorry, my Stones allegiance just came through) for her organization. It was too bad you all took off so early - we ended up having to share a pizza, some dip and chips, and two large plates of nachos between just four people (Nashville Mexican food leaves something to be desired)! Maybe we'll all get a chance to hook up another time. It was fun, though, while it lasted.
The show, the show, the show. Well... I'm still floating. Favorite moments? Let's see...
One, when the boys were singing Guinevere. I tried to will Croz to look at me when he sang about my green eyes. It didn't work. So I tried again when he sang about my golden hair (at least it USED to be golden, now it's more of an ugly ruddy mess). This time - Bingo! Looked straight at me and I m-m-m-melted right there. Should have worn a diaper.
Another personal highlight? When I bolted to a standing ovation at the end of Stand and Be Counted, and Croz looked into my eyes (see "green eyes" above) and said "Thank you." Graham did the same at the end of Someday Soon.
The rest of you who were thrilled with the technical stuff - I just get a vibe from feeling like the boys were personally putting on a show for moi. I could close my eyes and pretend I was the only one there, and those harmonies would just sweep me away. Yep, angels in my living room.
My advice to those of you who might be finding it difficult to get to a show? Sell your car, sell your body, sell your soul, but do whatever it takes to get there. It doesn't matter if you have a great seat, it doesn't matter if you get a maniac evangelist on acid who interrupts the show, it doesn't matter if you have to go alone or have to sit by someone who stinks or have to crawl through the door because you just got out of surgery - get there!
See ya in Heaven!
PS: An aside to the Big-Wig sitting by me who came in on Stand and Be Counted and demanded that the ushers unbolt the seats in front of his so that he wouldn't have to walk down the aisle: I don't care who you are, you were rude and disruptive and the least you can do if you have to make a scene is to get there on time. Croz, you kept it going during that song and I don't know how you weren't distracted, but I stayed focused because of YOU -- and I guess somehow you managed to do the same. If it makes you feel any better, Mr. Big and his little chippy did the same thing to Linda Ronstadt. Somehow, he always seems to be sitting by me!
Another great show. Few mishaps vocally... I have to ditto most folks' main tour comment so far: Don't miss it!
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