a night out

I had been waiting for last night for months. David Gilmour came to the Kodak Theater and I picked up a ticket for the show just after it was posted on the net.

I had never been to the Kodak and was interested in seeing the inside. Overall I liked it. A little bland but overall well done.

Before the show I milled around with the rest of the crowd and I have to say Pink Floyd Fans (myself included) are not aging well. Grey skin, uneven hair and t shirts from 1971 are a bad combination whoever you are.

I had a pretty good seat. Front row, third balcony. Gilmour was slightly larger than an ant but I could hear ok. That is except for the parts not covered by the sounds of "WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!" coming from behind me whenever the music went soft.

Three seats down a 50 year old blond was telling a guy next to her she hated when she went to shows and the person in front of her had big hair or was too tall so she couldn't see. However, whenever the music got loud she was up shaking her ass and ruining the view for anyone behind her. Really, lady, No one wants to see that.

I was surprised it took so long but half way into the show, the unmistakeable odor of weed puffed by. Then disipated. Huh....interested. I saw Pink Floyd in the 80's and the whole coliseum was like being in a bong the whole night.
Later it smelled like cheap subway sandwich meat...then pot....then meat.
I had no idea what this was until just now when I checked the Gilmour Blog to find out four drunks in the back row after round after round of air guitar puked.
Lovely.

I was glad I went to the show but didn't really get want I expected. I hoped for loud fast driving music but got a lot of slow psychodelic guitar solos and songs about love and what not. Gilmour has to be in his 60's by now and I guess that's what happens. Shame.