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Reviews
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From Alison Stine
August 21, 1998 - I sold my soul--what was left of it--to get second row tickets for this show. I nearly didn't get to sit in them. I'm not going to bitch and
moan about that because I don't think that's right. But listen, people
who almost ruined my life last night. You know who you are. I know you
love Tori. I know you worship her. I know you want to be close to
her. I know because I feel that way, too. I paid over 300 bucks and
god knows what on hotel and airfare to sit in those second row seats. I
have never been that close before. But people who have seats way back
in the pit cannot block the aisles and stand in front of the first row.
Be considerate. This isn't a competition. This isn't about who's the
biggest fan, who's been to the most shows, or has the most Tori
tattoos. This is about coming together to enjoy something we all
mutually love and respect. We should be coming together over that, not
breaking apart. I completely respect your passion and your dedication.
But I don't respect your method of expressing that passion.
Ok. Enough said. Two amazing, beautiful girls in the first row pushed
their way through the crowd and secured a space for my sister and I to
see (Steve, Tori's head of security assured us that was the only way we
would be able to see with the mob). You gals are angels. While they
were clearing a space for us, and I was trying to vault over a folding
chair in my three inch heels, the lights went to pitch black. Tori
bounced on stage. She looked adorable, in navy pants, bitchin' heels, a
red leotard and a SPARKly rinestone blue vest. She had little makeup
on, and looked very young.
I'm not going to go through a complete set list here, but all I can say
is, re-interating a bit what Mike said earlier, seeing Tori from the
front row is unbelievable. Everything, every wonderful little thing is
magnified by a million, all the musical nuances, all the body language
and commmunication by the bands, all of Tori's facial expressions. Even
the songs I'd heard only the night before were like whole new songs to
me. I know how beautiful and bright the Bosie sounded during Precious
Things. I noticed the way Tori was concentrating during The Waitress; I
can't do justice verbally to her expression, but it gives the song a
whole new interpretation for me. I was very surprised to hear Little
Amsterdam. The red lights and wicked piano made it especially dark and
rich.
Secret time: if you didn't fight back a tear during Hey Jupiter, you
were not human. I think, though I'm not sure, Tori herself was crying
during this song. Take to the Sky came out of nowhere. It floored me.
This song has always been a big time favorite for me, and to hear Tori
mention that it was also her favorite from Little Earthquakes filled me
with joy. It sounded very different live, and very wonderful. With her
right hand, she beat on the Bosie a bit to create the Irish war drum
sound on the Lp (we were also beating on the barricades), then she
changed the tempo during the "you can say it one more time..." refrain.
The song became this living, breathing, changing thing. And then to
hear the boys come back and play Tear in your Hand, which I's also never
heard live, wow! She mentioned it was a request. Thanks, whoever you
may be. It was very upbeat and flowing. I especially enjoyed Tori's
slower solo in the middle. When she sang, "maybe it's time to wave
goodbye now" dozens of hands waved right back at her. She cracked a
smile at that.
I had a clear view of the wings, and I swear Agent orange himself was
smiling during Raspberry Swirl. The joy and energy were that
infectous. I noticed a lot of communication and smiles between Tori and
Caton, and also, Tori and Matt during The Waitress. The piano and drum
seemed to be talking back and forth. Tori was grinning from ear to ear
and leaning back on the piano stool. Around this time a locus or
something flew onto the stage and nearly gave Caton a heart attack. He
backed up and moved away from the bug. He saw me laughing at him, and
grinned. He was wearing bright blue nail polish. By the way, Kenny is
still alive (?!) and hanging by a nose on stage, as were a yellow Popel,
and a redheaded, blindfolded Barbie tied in bondage to the drums. :)
The final encore, Horses, was very moving to me. Midway, tori looked
up, right at me, and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.
It filled all of me with happiness. I started to cry, right there in
the front row in front of everyone and Tori saw that, and smiled again,
and kept her eyes on me for a long time. I had started cried earlier at
the Meet and Greet where, although I was in the back, I had a chance to
thank Tori for meeting me and doing the RAINN auction the day before. I
was able to hold back most of the tears then, but now they just started
coming. I let them. And she smiled. That was her gift to all of us.
From Matt Page
August 25, 1998 - Matt said that the concert followed the official written set list pretty closely. The positions of Swirl and Tear were reversed and I *think* he said that Spark was either added to the set list or played in the place of something. (I don't remember....does anyone have the official set list for this show?)
From Sharon
August 25, 1998 - Hello, I met you in Atlanta on the 17. I am Sharon. I just wasnted to let you know that the show on the 18 was great. She played for about 30 minutes longer than the night before. There was a bit of chatting during the songs but that made Tori preform even better. She was amazing, again. We heard Talula, with
no mistake this time it sound much more together, Hey Jupiter, Tear in Your
Hand, Take to the Sky. But there was still no Bells.
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