Last week my wife and I did something we haven’t done in a long time. Really? *that’s* where your mind goes? If the denizens of the peanut gallery could drag their brains out of the gutter for just a few minutes, I will explain.
We went to a concert. An actual, live, in person musical event. Yeah, wild, isn’t it?
Several months ago we purchased tickets to see Randy Rainbow on tour. I’m sure you’re all very familiar with him, so I won’t bother explaining. We saw that tickets were on sale a few months ago and snapped at the chance. We both think his videos are hilarious and right on the nose, so the chance to see him live was not one we were going to pass up. Our last concert had been Joshua Raden in February of 2020, just a few days before the lockdown began, which seems like a lifetime ago.
The concert was on a Thursday, which is my Friday, and I have to admit that had we not been going to the show, I would have been very happy indeed to just go home, put on my lounge pants and veg out on the sofa until bedtime. I grabbed some sushi for dinner which we ate in the car as we waited to board the boat. Still, with time to kill after we parked we popped into a restaurant near the theatre for a quick drink and an appetiser. In fact, this was the closest we had been to a date night in quite a long time. No kids, no friends, just the two of us, and it really was special. We’ve all lost so much during the course of the lockdown that even the most mundane of events now has extra meaning.
Proof of Covid vaccination was required for entry to the venue, which I can’t say I blame the promoters for, but it did add another layer of complication, although not a major one. We did score on one point, in that as my wife is still using a cane, post sprain, we were ushered to the front of the line and didn’t have to wait to get to our fourth row seats.
The show was not what I was expecting, although I wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. I suppose I had expected Randy to perform a lot of his songs preceded by a short explanation, as he’s been doing his thing for a while, and the media shitstorm that was the Trump maladministration meant that one scandal had barely faded from view before the next one hit.
Actally, the show contained a lot of videos projected onto a huge screen suspended from the rafters. I suppose this made sense as he does all his own backing singing, if you see what I mean. We also got a lot of video to cover Randy’s frequent costume changes, which was a bit of a drag (no pun intended) as he has a really good voice and I would much prefer to hear a performer live than a lot of on tape backing, but seeing as this was the opening night of the tour, I assume some of the kinks will need to be worked out.
One thing that did wow me was the outfit he wore for the opening numbers. It was a grey plaid three piece suit with lots of sparkles sewn into it. I would happily have killed for that suit. Not that I could fit into it, but even so, it was spectacular. During the Q and A session about half way through the show, someone asked about the suit and apparently it was custom made by David Dalrymple. Those of you who don’t buy your clothes from Costco or tee shirt websites might know who he is, but even if I did, I reckon I’d have to spend about ten pay cheques to get one.
Yes, there was a question and answer session, which I’d never experienced at a concert before, not even when I saw Eric Idle and John Cleese on stage for what I am sure was a “Last chance to see” tour a couple of years ago. Most of the comments were of the usual fan type, but a couple stood out. One boy of about eight, wearing a very spiffy orange suit asked if Randy would be signing autographs after the show. Well, these are Covid days, but Randy did ask the stage manager to get the kid’s jacket so he could sign it, which I though was a lovely gesture.
There has been a lot of talk lately about safe spaces, and I guess a Randy Rainbow concert is about as safe as it gets. Safe enough, at least for a boy in the audience, about 14 or 15 years of age to come out as Bi to a room of about 3,000 people. That takes some guts, and I have to admire the kid, Of course his news was received with much applause.
Of course, the show was over far too soon, and the lack of an encore was a little disappointing considering the late start, but it was well worth it. We ended up driving around, getting home late, but still earlier than if we’d taken the boat. My earlier tiredness caught up with me once I got into bed, and although I dreamt, it wasn’t of that suit. I guess there’s one out there for me. Somewhere over the…..