There are 3 performers who I swore I would pay whatever price to see perform live if they ever toured Australia:
- James Brown
- Stevie Wonder
- George Michael.
James Brown toured about a year before he died; but guess who couldn’t be bothered going to see him? Fail!
Earlier in the year, I caught wind that THE Stevie would be touring. STEVIE! I figured I’d have to go, if only to save him from my killing him by not seeing him perform in Sydney.
So I bought myself a ticket (before I realised how many people were willing to see him with me!) in the Diamond (i.e. $200) section. I figured that because the concert was at Acer Arena, the Diamond ticket would give me a better view than from 20 miles away in the cheap seats.
It was worth every cent, and I would have paid that much to see the last half hour. I still have a sore hip from the dancing during the last 45 minutes or so.
I’m not too embarrassed to tell you that I cried twice; once when he first walked out on stage and again during Superstition in his finale. Especially during Supersition, I sobbed like a baby, dancing away like a crazy lady with complete strangers. I’m sure I made an impression on them.
And to SEE him and HEAR him play the harmonica and the gazillion keyboards at his disposal. And man, his fingers on those keyboards? It was like watching an octopus scoot along the ocean floor; his fingers are moulded to play those keys.
When I was talking to Pat about it the next day, she was the one who actually said it best: “So it was like a religous experience, right?”. And it totally was. There’s no better way to describe it.
Next I have to work out who to bribe to get George to tour, but I don’t like my chances.