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CONCERT REVIEW: Billy Joel dusts off more hits than obscurities for a, yet again, packed Amalie Arena

“I haven’t been on the charts since 1993!” Billy Joel stated after wrapping up his synthed up semi-hit, The Entertainer. Apparently, he had no idea what he was talking about in 1975.

Friday night was my third Billy Joel show, in the span of three years. Whether it’s on New Year’s Eve, or a January evening, he starts every year in Florida. But since 2014, only years that are even numbers get a show in Tampa. So next year, we’ll probably see him in Orlando or Miami. Like it or not, Florida is spoiled rotten with the experience of seeing the Piano Man live.

At 8:20, following the end titles from The Natural blasting through the venue, Billy strapped on a blue Fender, and opened with We Didn’t Start The Fire, after three straight Tampa shows of opening with Miami 2017 (Seen The Lights Go Out On Broadway). He admitted early on that he had come down with a cold, and that he felt like the show had a rough start. “Okay, that was an authentic rock and roll fuck-up.” he proclaimed. But even with the illness burden on his back, the King of Madison Square Garden, with a little help from his Entertainer’s Secret throat relief spray, nonetheless brought his songbook spanning twenty-two years to the ears of some 20,000 snowbirds and at-heart New Yorkers.

Normally, Joel pokes fun at a fellow musician early in the show – it’s usually Elton John. The target is now Madonna. While talking about his usage of the Entertainer’s Secret, he mentioned that he once saw the pop star use it, and it made no difference. “Then she had them turn the air conditioning off, and that made all the difference.” But Billy himself is an exception. “I’m 70 now, so I don’t care anymore.” he bragged.

Most of the album tracks everyone wanted to hear were moved out of the way during the first half of the show. Most of the album tracks get an incredible rap when played, and have become absolute show highlights every single time he plays Tampa. Zanzibar, featuring the incomparable Carl Fischer on trumpet, was no surprise, and Vienna being chosen over Just The Way You Are, based on audience applause, was also pretty expected. Oh, and The Downeaster ‘Alexa’ is still, four shows later, Tampa’s absolute fave off of 1989’s Storm Front. After those three favorites, and then some, three new additions to the common setlist finally surfaced in Tampa for the first time either in ages, or ever.

He dedicated Summer, Highland Falls to “all you manic-depressive people out there” – “How about a new name? What is it? Um…normal!” he jabbed. Some might say the song’s appearance in the list came at the perfect time, following the tumultuous week America has had. One song later, he came up with the name he was looking for: Bipolar. Say Goodbye To Hollywood was a pleasant surprise addition as well. Most everyone knew that one better than the highlight of the night’s featured deeper cuts, Modern Woman, from 1986’s The Bridge, and also the Danny DeVito-starred Ruthless People. “Eh, it was alright,” Joel said about the movie.

A few covers were thrown in, too. The Beatles’ I Feel Fine was used as a platform to show off Tommy Byrnes’ wah-wah pedal, and expertise as lead guitarist in general. And during the break in between The River Of Dreams came a totally unexpected, rowdy rendition of ZZ Top’s Tush. Sure, there’s usually a cover in that slot, (during Joel’s 2016 stop in Tampa, there was a Take It Easy tribute to the then-recently fallen Glenn Frey) but there was definitely something odd about a New Yorker croaking out a song about Texas.

Most of the non-die hards came to the show for the hits. And hits, they received: The factory whistle opened Allentown, shades were donned for New York State Of Mind, and She’s Always A Woman triggered slow-dances and, like with most every other tune, the crowd echoing the chorus. Even his encore was a swing through the hits – the head-banger hits. Joel twirled around a flowery shopping bag (might have been a gift bag from a fan) on Uptown Girl, and twirled around the mic on It’s Still Rock And Roll To Me. He would stagger back to his grand to close up shop with his best-known album openers, Big Shot and You May Be Right.

Ending the main set was guitarist and life-long fan Mike DelGuidice showing off his operatic chops with a stirring rendition of Nessun dorma, which would warm everyone up for the two that most people were waiting through the album tracks and hits for: 1977’s Scenes From An Italian Restaurant, and um…what’s that one song he did with the harmonica that made it into the Library Of Congress? “If you’ve got a beard or a mustache, it gets stuck in the freakin’ harmonica!” Billy said while setting up his harmonica holder.

Even if he was spitting out little hairs in between blaring out that iconic riff, he sure as heck nailed the two and a half hour party harder than other 70 year olds with a cold would.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Steve Martin and Martin Short jab, pluck, and screech during almost-annual comedy routine at Ruth Eckerd Hall

“If you get offended by anything, please just send an email to my team. toughshitnorefunds@gmail.com!” Comedy legend Steve Martin opened yet another sold-out show with mediocre comedian (to him, anyway) Martin Short with.

Were there offensive elements? Sure. But was the show itself a riotous, comedic mess in its own ideal way? Without a doubt.

The superduo released a special on Netflix a year or two ago, entitled An Evening You Will Forget For The Rest Of Your Life. And though this string of dates, properly titled The Funniest Show In Town At The Moment, takes place two years later, there wasn’t really much in the way of material unseen in the special. There was a smidge more commentary during some portions though, which probably explains why the evening was about 45 minutes longer than the Netflix special.

Once a montage of the headlining duo’s best moments in film went black, the original Wild And Crazy Guy came out around 8:15. Almost immediately after his warnings about there being no intermission, and how he doesn’t care if you get offended, he introduced his “lesser-known” sidekick.

“Just because I said thank you doesn’t mean you have to stop applauding!” Marty jabbed almost immediately. A few insults and anti-compliments later, the two burst into song, with Jimmy Kimmel Live! pianist Jeff Babko, admitting that they have over-inflated egos, but were about to kick some serious comedy ass.

First and foremost, some childhood images of the comics were displayed on a big screen that normally magnified the two. “That was the year I was voted ‘Most Likely To Marry A Cousin!’” Marty admitted upon seeing his high school senior photo. “GET THAT OFF THE SCREEN!” Steve hollered, upon coming face-to-face with a picture of the two making out at an AFI event.

Most of the night consisted of roasting each other on how chubby or old they once looked for their age, or how painfully lame and unentertaining each other’s work was. But after teaching three guys from the audience The Three Amigos salute, a sliver of civility finally came out when the two sat in their living room-style chairs, and just reminisced for about twenty-five minutes. They were mainly short anecdotes about their extensive careers, from when Marty actually met Katharine Hepburn, to when Steve told about a time him and Marty went to St. Barts for Christmas, and The National Enquirer shot a rather unflattering photo of the two in the ocean.

“We’re gonna keep doing this until we’re not having fun anymore.” Marty confirmed. Steve responded by standing up and striding offstage. With that, Babko came back out, and Marty carried on with talking about his life, his parents, and auditioning for many a Broadway show. He then presented a snippet of what was said to be his first show, “a nude version of the second best story ever told, Stepbrother To Jesus.” By the end of it, even Babko was in a nude suit, flopping around his hand down by his…never mind. “Come on, Jeff, I’ll show you somethin’ huge!” Marty yelled as Steve shooed the two offstage in utter disgust.

If you didn’t know, Steve has been a prodigious banjo player for over 50 years, claiming to have written over 100 banjo songs. He was even kind enough to explain the difference between the banjo and the guitar. “The guitar can get you laid.” he proclaimed.

He sat down and started plucking away effortlessly on a medley of songs he’s written over the years, joined by critically acclaimed country quintet, The First Ladies Of Bluegrass. Before the quintet alone got fifteen minutes devoted to their twangy tunes, the six onstage rocked out to a newer song, I Can Play The Banjo.Every time a break in the lyrics came, one of the First Ladies would do a solo of some sort on their instruments. Steve would then present a dirty look, as a reminder that this was his moment to shine. Nope, no sign of King Tut anywhere.

Once the group’s set ended, Steve came back out to talk some more about ticket prices, until Marty and crew member Jesse Lundsford interrupted him, both slowly marching out in Scottish regalia. He picked Marty up, who put his thumb to the side of Jesse’s mouth, and while rhythmically kicking his right rainbow-socked foot, non-mournfully ululated Amazing Grace, as if he were Jesse’s personal set of bagpipes.

“I can’t believe you laughed at that.” Steve annoyingly poked.

Next came a “puppet” of Marty’s Jiminy Glick, saluting a time when Steve was supposedly doing ventriloquism. Like in the Netflix special, and in general, the two only did one thing together: Roast the hell out of political figures, and Kim Kardashian.

“This is what she looks like without makeup!” The photo on the screen changed from Kim Kardashian to Steven Tyler. Brilliant. Also, apparently Bernie Sanders looks like a used tissue, and Kim Jong Un looks like a bouncer in a lesbian club.

Jiminy ran (yes, ran.) offstage, and out came Marty in his standard suit and tie. Ending the show were eulogies written by each other, for each other, just in case they don’t die together. As you can imagine, Marty’s was full of true sentiment and grief, while Steve’s was just affronting, in his own, perfect, Steve Martin way. “Wow, small turnout. Normally, when the world loses a comedian, everyone’s sad.”

All jokes aside, here’s to many, many more years from the two egomaniacs. We need them immensely, even if their schtick remains more or less the same.

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CONCERT REVIEW: B.J Thomas shares eternally acrobatic voice with hits and an a cappella gospel song at Busch Gardens

This year at Busch Gardens’ Real Music, Real Masters Concert Series, only one name has been performing for over fifty years: (No, the current lineup of The Diamonds does not count) Crooner B.J Thomas’ timeless music of many a genre is honestly a staple of 1960s contemporary rock. The Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head hitmaker has not played a show in Florida since an appearance at Ruth Eckerd Hall in 2014, though he used to be a frequent over at Epcot.

This year, however, he felt like trying a different theme park to share his unchanged vocals with.

Thomas’ 1:30 show at the Stanleyville Theatre was his eighth hour-long show this week, and he’s still got two more Saturday and Sunday. But even a packed schedule wasn’t gonna bring the crooner’s energy levels down. Sporting a black blazer with a red handkerchief, the curly-haired musical veteran ambled out onstage, flashing thumbs-ups and waves. Immediately, his seven-piece band, featuring a three-man horn section, kicked into his recognizable cover of The Beach Boys’ Don’t Worry Baby, high notes and all.

“I kinda lost track of what I was doing…impeachment’s on my mind!” he confessed during his “thanks for coming” remarks only one song in. He broke straight into hits mode, starting off with his country lament, Whatever Happened To Old-Fashioned Love, followed by a heart-melting rendition of Rock And Roll Lullaby. That was when BJ’s first story came in: It was recorded in New York in the 70s, “when music was still good.” The bulk of the audience was mostly over the age of 55, so guess what their reaction was? You’re right, thunderous hysterics and applause.

Of course, what’s a BJ Thomas set without I Just Can’t Help Believing? Or Hooked On A Feeling? Hell, what about an audience serenade of (Hey Won’t You Play) Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song? Here’s the outrageous part: You would think that at the age of 77, there are some notes that BJ used to be able to hit that he can’t anymore. Generally, if that’s the case, you have to transpose the songs down a key or two or three. Not this guy. Practically everything BJ dusted off was sung in the original key, with maybe only a little bit of improv from the backing band. The stories he would tell, on the other hand, were wild to say the least.

At the age of eight, he got to see Hank Williams Sr. drunk at a Grand Ole Opry show. “He was…having himself a great time. I didn’t understand at that age that he….was having himself a great time,” BJ recalled. Once he finished up a stirring a cappella rendition of the gospel tune Peace In The Valley, he dove right into a story about his friendship with songwriting legend Burt Bacharach, who wrote the former’s next song on the setlist, the instantly discernible Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head. Apparently, he’s still alive and kickin’, and the two recently reunited to recreate the bicycle scene from Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid.

Wrapping up his surprisingly long set was (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher And Higher, as a tribute to one of BJ’s heroes, Jackie Wilson, who died in 1984, preceded by an anecdote about himself opening for The Godfather Of Soul, James Brown. “His audience was pretty rough,” BJ said. James then came out, and told the crowd how the two had just met that day at soundcheck. “I want you to be good to him” were his words. Yep, The Godfather Of Soul, who was known for fining his backup band for screwing up a note or two onstage, stood up for his opening act.

Clearly, the respect Brown had for him was mutual all across BJ’s adoring crowds, and will, hopefully, remain that way, even after his touring career.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Jeff Two-Names and the Born Agains, along with a ton of local support, blow up Largo kava bar

“We’ve got one more song for you, and then we’re gonna let some fine folks who came a long way play some music…” was how opening act Rototiller closed out their set, because they knew that the electrifying next, and last, act of this bar show were not only out-of-towners, but highly anticipated ones in the local rock community.

Dad rock: You know, mainly the bands you hear on your local classic rock station: Journey, Phil Collins, Billy Joel, you know. What about dad punk? And not like, the Sex Pistols or The Clash. I mean punk music, with lyrics equivalent to a dad emphasizing about his life as one.

Enter Jeff Two-Names and the Born Agains, a dad punk band from Savannah that basically mixes, as you could probably guess, dad jokes and punk rock. Basically like what Okilly Dokilly is doing, with their excessive Simpsons references. That is, without the obvious name to display what they do.

The dad punks have embarked on a tour exclusively of Florida, and Wednesday night was their first stop in the Tampa area, at Largo’s Dharma Kava Lounge. And it wasn’t only them. Arranged by Steve Cee of No Vacancy Radio, the show was supposed to kick off at 7:30 with a live broadcast of their HAFtime radio show. Due to unforeseen circumstances, that didn’t happen, and Eduardo Fenton-Rodriguez got up with just his laptop and guitar, for a rather melancholic rock and roll acoustic excursion, starting in the 80s, around 9:00.

First song was a gritty, sax-free cover of George Michael’s Careless Whisper, followed by Alice In Chains’ Nutshell. An original, blatantly obviously written about the venue, Dharma, was presented third, and was said to be on Spotify relatively soon. Wait, a song about this venue? Eduardo, who normally partakes in Monday night open mic at the lounge, is working on an album right now, and it’s actually being produced backstage at the venue. Against The Wall by Seether closed up his set, before he headed back towards the bar.

Almost immediately after his set came Slam Duncan, sporting an “emotional support” turtle hat, and a suit covered in pot clip art. The maestro of mixing the innovative sounds of his pedals with his sticker-obsessed acoustic played nothing but original songs, some of which have yet to see the light of day, in terms of streaming. “Currently working on album number two,” he announced, a song or two before a rousing rendition of Viva la Revolution.

Duncan’s top song on Apple Music, Mr. Trump, was apparently flagged by PornHub recently. “Even if rape or incest is involved, they still want to hold the fucker for a full term…right?” Hell yeah, said a few of us. Then, from out of nowhere came a satanic parody of Jingle Bells. The idea for a newer, smoother song, For 2020, came when Duncan was “meditating under a waterfall in Colorado.” With some weed? I do wonder. Wrapping up his set with Rich Boy, Duncan made the turtle on his head say good night, and he too, headed towards the kava bar to enjoy the acts to come.

The final opener was the first non-solo act of the night: Local rock trio Rototiller from Seminole Heights. “We came like, 11 miles. That’s like, a big deal!” they bragged.

This was no generic wannabe rock band, either, unlike many rock bands around here. The group had the sound of Green Day meets Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac. And that silver Gretsch being held by guitarist and lead singer Scott Miller looked like one of Mike Campbell’s normally used models. Like both musicians that graced the stage before them, Rototiller has also finished recording an album. According to their Facebook page, it took only a whole weekend to whip most everything together, and it’s almost ready for release. “I have a feeling we’re gonna sell at least one CD tonight!”

Bassist Peter Nuffer recalled the “dirtiness about Seminole Heights,” and remembered being called a hobo-lookalike at one point. Miller even wrote a song about that event. “Every bit is true, and every bit happened!” Nuffer promised.

Finally, around 11:25, Jeff Two-Names, and his Born Agains, stormed the stage with Never Been Done, followed immediately by Attack Of The Dad Band, without any sort of pause. “We’re on an international world tour of Florida, this is day 2.” lead singer Jeff Storey-Pitts said.

“Who wants a dad joke, then? Do you want to hear a joke about pizza? Nevermind, it’s too cheesy.” We all saw that one coming. And there were eventually more to come, through song. But in all honesty, there were more true stories than jokes. The band has two very distinctive characters, portrayed as children of some of the members: Petee and Sydney. “We’re gonna set a world record. No band has ever done four true-story songs in less than two and a half minutes.” Jeff reminded us. They managed to do I Hate My Job, Glad You Had Your Period, Rats, and Sydney Is A High School Dropout, in two minutes and thirteen seconds, timed by Steve Cee, per Jeff’s request.

Jeff brought up “the elephant in the room,” which was the fact that all four punks were wearing the same shoes: Green Chuck Taylors. The pants among all four were totally different, though. “These are our show pants!” Their set concluded with an incredible deep cut, I Wanna Go Home, from Holly And The Italians, and another song out of the Sydney saga, Sydney Got A Tonsillectomy. “If you’ve ever had a tonsillectomy, this song’s for you.”

I haven’t, but hey: What did one tonsil say to the other? “Get dressed, the doctor’s taking us out tonight.”

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CONCERT REVIEW: Sha Na Na’s Bowzer, Peter Noone, and friends wrap up the decade with annual one-night only Clearwater Christmas festival

It happened to be the same night as a Grease reunion with John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John out in Tampa, that two members of the movie’s Johnny Casino and the Gamblers did their annual Ruth Eckerd Hall-exclusive Christmas reunion.

For the last twelve years, Sha Na Na’s Jon “Bowzer” Bauman has hosted a “holiday rock and roll party,” only in Clearwater, in which he hosts mini-sets from three or four iconic bands and artists from the 1960s, as well as his own music. Over the years, he’s had Johnny Maestro, The Original Comets, and The Mystics on his lineups. This year, however, was more of a supergroup than ever before. The lineup went like this: Holiday party normal Peter Noone, first-timer Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders, and Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, along with Bowzer and the Stingrays, and former members of different lineups of Sha Na Na.

The show started around 7:30, with Bowzer and the Stingrays, being backed by Rocky and the Rollers, kicking off with a nearly-identical cover of The Drifters’ version of White Christmas. “Can you believe I’ve been doing this for fifty years?! God bless America!” Bowzer opened with.

Sha Na Na’s Johnny Contardo came out a few songs later to duet with Bowzer, standing at a keyboard, on a cover of Del Shannon’s Runaway. Of course, most of the crowd, consisting of mainly boomers and earlier, remember seeing Bowzer and the at-the-time lineup of Sha Na Na not only on their self-titled show, but also in Grease. “We were on the big screen for exactly eight-and-one-half-seconds!” Bowzer sarcastically bragged, before going into Twistin’ The Night Away, off of the record-breaking soundtrack. Then, out came Sha Na Na’s original guitarist, Henry Gross, with a solo song of his, Shannon, which was conceived after his friend, the late, great Carl Wilson told Henry of his dog who shared a name with the latter’s. She had been hit and killed by a car only weeks prior to their talk.

“This is the point in the show where we do the Sha Na Na reunion, even though none of us were in the band at the same time!” Bowzer announced. For the record, him and Johnny Contardo both appeared in Grease as members of Johnny Casino and the Gamblers, and earlier, as members of Sha Na Na. Gross and Contardo joined the muscular bass onstage to jam to Gross’ New Year’s Eve, an homage to “the most underrated holiday this time of year,” in Bowzer’s opinion.

The rest of Bowzer’s set was split up in between the other acts. After Mark Lindsay’s set was a cover of Adam Sandler’s Chanukah Song, in which Bowzer is mentioned. But also in the mix were a few hymns from The Stingrays, since all three of them grew up with pastors for fathers.

After one hymn came the first attraction of the evening: Clearwater resident Gary Puckett and the Union Gap were set to take the stage, but were going to make their show half-Christmas songs, half hits. “We moved here from California in 2000, to get away from the politics and taxes, but anyways!” After a singalong of Lady Willpower and Over You came one of his favorite Christmas songs, O Holy Night, followed by Let It Snow, and with some help from his grandson Brandon, Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town. Gary, sporting a black and yellow Doctor Strange-esque coat, had an abnormally short but authentically hard-worked set, closing up with Over You and of course, the band’s smash hit Young Girl. “You all went out and paid 69 cents, and made this a worldwide hit!” Puckett remarked. The song concluded with Brandon and Gary’s granddaughter Petunia wandering back out, just to be swooped up by grandpa as he walked offstage. “Glory goes to God!” he called out.

After a brief intermission, another hymn from Bowzer and the Stingrays opened for Mark Lindsay. The longtime Paul Revere and the Raiders lead singer, who would be backed by Rocky And The Rollers, mainly stuck to the Raiders songs he made famous. In 12 years, Lindsay had not once played the holiday party. But he’s graced the Ruth Eckerd Hall stage countless times: He’s coming back in June with The Turtles for the 2020 Happy Together Tour.

He also had an abnormally short set in comparison to what was to come later, only stretching about six songs, without much dialogue. That said, every song was a hit that most of the sixties-and-back babies remembered spinning on their old gramophone players. The only non-Raiders song he did was his own hit, Arizona, which was nonetheless rousing as ever.

Closing out the set with Kicks, Mark had a request for everyone. It was to remember three things: “One, my name is Mark Lindsay! Number two, this is Bowzer’s Holiday Party! Three, rock and roll keeps you young!” Damn straight, sir.

Bowzer then came back on, sat down at his piano, and did his Adam Sandler cover. Then, at last, he introduced “the greatest entertainer of all time.” “Every time I see this man perform, I just stand there and think…’How does this guy do it?!'” Bowzer remarked. He introduced the band, and down came a Union Jack backdrop with the band name in a standard black font going across it. And from the band’s keyboardist came the same introduction as always.

“They sold eighty million records. 10 top 10s, 20 top 20s, one of the top 3 bands of the British Invasion. They are Herman’s Hermits, starring Herman himself, Peter Noone!”

Peter Noone, the eternally young, 72-year old frontman of Herman’s Hermits, came jogging out in a navy blue tux, to kick off the show with his normal opener, I’m Into Something Good, followed by Sam Cooke’s (What A) Wonderful World. This was my sixth time being in his presence, so I pretty much knew exactly what to expect. “Good evening, boys and girls!” after two songs meant he was about to rip into Love Potion No. 9 by The Searchers, and once that ended, I knew that it was time for Peter to crack jokes about everything, from age, to people confusing him for the Geico gecko. “Best audience on this tour!” he nonetheless called out, like at every show.

“We learned a country-western tune!” he announced before displaying shades of Johnny Cash for Ring Of Fire. Per his request, the crowd sang the chorus. “See that, Bowzer? That was the first song that every single person in the audience knew tonight!” He wasn’t really wrong, because who doesn’t know Ring Of Fire?

That wasn’t his only cover of the evening, either. He joked that a security guard backstage mistook him for one of The Monkees, kicking him into Davy Jones mode during just the first verse and chorus of Daydream Believer. And of course, Peter never forgets to acknowledge his “dad,” Mick Jagger, through a cover of The Rolling Stones’ Jumping Jack Flash, in which yes, he struts about like the iconic Stones frontman.

Also included were the normal Herman’s Hermits hits. You know, Dandy, Silhouettes, and Listen People, just to name a few. One that was a surprise for some was The End Of The World, introduced as a ballad. “No one else has done one of those tonight.” Peter said beforehand. His guitarists, Billy Sullivan and Vance Brescia were dressed as Santa Claus, and an elf, so obviously, some holiday classics had to be blended in there. During Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter, Peter started the hit by singing all of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, and for I’m Henry VIII, I Am, it was the chorus of Jingle Bells serving as the “third verse.”

Peter wrapped up his set, as always, with There’s A Kind Of Hush, before being joined onstage by Bowzer, Rocky and the Rollers, and the little Puckett family. Bowzer was about to lead everyone in Goodnite, Sweetheart, Goodnite, before Peter and the Pucketts made their way to the merchandise table, to meet their loving fans, and sign their treasures.

If only every concert worked like this one. A killer, diverse lineup, new music for fans to walk away with, and a free meet-and-greet at the end of the show. How much better can that get?

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REVIEW: Dame Julie Andrews recalls memories about Walt Disney, Blake Edwards, and more during Clearwater book tour stop

Not every seat in Ruth Eckerd Hall was full Wednesday night. But the love for the Hollywood beyond-legend Dame Julie Andrews was far beyond capacity.

The 84-year old Mary Poppins star is currently on a brief tour, promoting her and her daughter, Emma Walton Hamilton’s new autobiography, Home Work: A Memoir Of My Hollywood Years, which is Julie’s 32nd book ever. No, she’s not signing copies in the lobby, or meeting fans, or even selling the book, or anything for that matter, at the merchandise table. She is, however, answering questions that audience members scribbled out in the lobby beforehand.

The two-hour-with-intermission book chat kicked off with a video montage of highlights from Julie’s career. And it was just about everything, from the poignant Fraulein Maria, to Thoroughly Modern Millie Delmount, leading all the way up to her most recent roles in the Despicable Me films, and 2010’s Tooth Fairy. Holding her daughter’s hand, the Dame walked out from stage right to the ecstatic squeals of theater geeks and folks who were probably born before, or around the time she became the youngest person to ever sing God Save The King for King George VI back in 1948.

In two directors chairs with a screen for magnification behind them, Julie and Emma sat side by side, Emma holding a massive stack of cards in her hands. Clearwater had no clue what kinds of stories, advice, and facts the two would throw out there. Obviously, the first question was about what Walt Disney was really like in person. Her first memory that came to mind was actually going to Disneyland with the icon himself, even riding around in one of the parades. “People were reaching out to him and trying to touch his jacket,” Julie recalled. She had already gotten off to a damn good start in terms of making a name for herself, but this was before Mary Poppins flew out of the pages, and Julie was still only known for her work on Broadway, and her acrobatic voice as a child.

Of course, one asked a question many have been wanting to know: Does she keep in touch with Dick van Dyke and Christopher Plummer. She does indeed! “They’re very different guys,” Julie explained. Apparently, between them are birthday and Christmas card exchanges. So while they probably don’t get together as much as they did onscreen, it was refreshing to learn that her two most famous male co-stars are still in the loop.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, no, Julie did not sing. But she got pretty close to doing so. She was asked if she’s ever forgotten her lines, and she said that the closest to her ever forgetting her lines onstage was when she saw some of her friends in attendance to see her perform in Putting It Together, which was a musical revue of Sondheim songs. She demonstrated one of the verses she had to speak out during the patter song Getting Married Today. “It took me forever to learn that!” she confessed.

Many of the questions fans were dying to know are answered in Home Work, so though they were, more or less, answered, one of the most used expressions of the evening was “It’s all in the book.” Most of these were family or theater related questions. But not every question was a piece of cake for Julie to come up with answers to.

Believe it or not, a ten-year-old asked her how to overcome adversity. “You just have to face it.” Julie explained after a long minute of pondering. And then, of course, there was the infamous “what was your favorite movie you’ve been in” question, to which she also had a hard time figuring out. Julie probably didn’t want to say something obvious, like Mary Poppins or The Sound of Music, so she, totally understandably, went with Thoroughly Modern Millie, which was also listed as one of her favorite musicals. Yep, someone even asked her that. West Side Story, The King And I, and even Guys And Dolls (“Really! It’s actually a fantastic show!”) made the cut.

Julie even revealed the best advice she had been given over the span of her 7-decade long career, which was obtained from her singing teacher of countless years. “She was a wonderful soprano who gave me such an excellent technique,” Julie recalled. But the advice was as follows, and should be something more people should keep in mind: The amateur works until he gets it right, the professional works until he can do no wrong. And some advice from the Dame was to never ever rank yourself. “There are hundreds of people who do your job better.”

Emma went on to reveal some of the shocking parts about Julie. “She swears like a sailor!” she revealed, which was received with roaring belly-laughs all across the theater. Julie would then swoop in to defend herself: “Those words come in handy sometimes!”

After a 20-minute intermission came yet another montage on the screen, this time with scenes from much later in her career. Scenes from The Princess Diaries were met with those shrieks from younger fans, the 90s and early 2000s kids, if you will. Also included was the English tea party segment from Julie and Carol Burnett’s 1989 special, Together Again, which kicked off the laughter in the crowd all over again.

There was a video tribute to her late husband, director Blake Edwards. As soon as his memory was honored, it was on with the questions!

Favorite animal? The sloth. Why did she write her first book? She had to pay a forfeit to her daughter for swearing too much. Julie’s bucket listers? Sitting under a tree, quite like the ones in Florida, and just reading like crazy. Oh, and a river cruise, too. Will there ever be a tour with Carol Burnett? They still love each other very much. (Carol is Emma’s godmother. “Aww,” the crowd reacted. “You didn’t know that?!” Julie replied.) But probably not, since they need permission to perform certain songs from every single person involved with them, many of which have since passed away.

Will there be a Princess Diaries III? (Insert millennial screams) Though Anne Hathaway just had another child, her and Julie are both totally down for it, so we shall see.

What should one keep in mind during their first performance in a play? Enjoy it, but remember that it’s not all about you. And the last question, which may or may not have been staged: (I actually don’t know) Our nanny of five years just gave her notice, is Mary available?

“There are plenty of Mary Poppinses out there!” Julie reassured everyone.

That’s good to know, but how many Julie Andrewses are there?

Right.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Elvis Costello and the Imposters borrow trust of fans at the Mahaffey Theater

I walked into Elvis Costello and the Imposters’ first show in the Tampa Bay Area in four years last night not knowing what exactly to expect. Not only because I’m still a newbie to the Rock And Roll Hall Of Famer’s extensive catalog. This tour is called Just Trust, which means that in terms of the setlist, anything is possible. Hits? Deep cuts? Only those gracing the stage knew. It’s almost like a Springsteen tour, except no requests or anything.

The Everyday I Write The Book rocker came onstage almost a half hour late, but started energetically no less, by speeding right into 1981’s Strict Time. Two of the three original members of Elvis Costello’s Attractions are still spending their time backing Costello up, as members of The Imposters. Yeah, it’s basically The Attractions, minus original bassist Bruce Thomas.

“We never get to play palaces like this!” Costello remarked before telling a story of his early days touring. “All of this luxury and attention, I have to confess, went to my head” The luxury stopped for awhile, though, because he, later on, found himself falling in love with his cab driver, and later argued with her about the radio. That anecdote lead him to get a hit, Accidents Will Happen, out of the way early on.

Immediately following was super-deep cut Charm School, which has not been played on tour since its release in 1983. The slightly-less recently dusted off Tears Before Bedtime took us back to a harder time in Costello’s career. “I was trying to rid the world of alcohol…by drinking all of it.” he recalled. A song or two later, some roadies lightened the mood by running onstage, to prop up a different mike for Costello to belt into, which would make the same sort of distorted 1950s sound, like he was doing rockabilly, which he was basically about to. Mystery Dance, off of his 1977 debut album My Aim Is True, was the banger he selected to dust off, in that vocal rockabilly style.

After a rousing rendition of Watching The Detectives, Costello, with backup singers Kitten Kuroi and Briana Lee right beside him for the rest of the show, sat down at Steve Nieve’s piano. He’d plink out The Greatest Love, which was dedicated to his dear friend Allen Toussaint, who passed away four years ago to show-date. Next came an ever-so-slightly more upbeat Blood & Hot Sauce, from his upcoming musical, A Face In The Crowd (of which the title track would be played next.) “It’s a good campaign song, for if you need to run…from anything.” he expressed.

Costello got back up, and the rest of the band finished the set in overdrive, starting off a (mostly) early Attractions-era set with This Year’s Girl. A few other smashers were included: An all-hands-in Beyond Belief, the setlist regular High-Fidelity, and obvious crowd-pleasers Pump It Up, and What’s So Funny ‘Bout (Peace, Love, and Understanding).

The Imposters closed out the show with Alison, along with Costello introducing the band for the third time, and part of The Supremes’ I’m Gonna Make You Love Me. So yes, there were a number of hits that were notably missed. But would I loan my trust to Elvis Costello in this way again? Most likely. There were some moments during the show that a decades long die-hard fan of his would kill to be a part of. And there are certainly moments that many of those die-hards have seen that I’d kill to be in his presence for.

But look: After Costello’s very brief cancer scare last year, it’s a blessing that he still performs, even more so with two of the people who were there to watch him revolutionize his genre.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Alice Cooper cracks out inflatable babies and a castle setup during grand return to Clearwater

I hardly recorded any audio or video during Alice Cooper’s grand return to Clearwater last night. Why? There was no need to. Not only do I like to remember the experience based on what my eyes viewed, but judging based on Coop’s last show ’round here, there were no mind-blowing speeches or amusing anecdotes to be told. Just the legendary hard rock, theatrics, and guillotines that got him to where he is today.

These days, the Billion Dollar Babies rocker puts on a show that has zero dialogue from him, other than when he goes over the repertoire of his backing band, near the very end. Beasto Blanco’s Chuck Gerric, and Nita Strauss, ranked by Guitar World as the #1 Female Guitarist You Should Know, just to name a few, travel the world with the king of shock rock.

Though having cracked age 70 and arriving to the stage over 15 minutes later than expected, everyone rose to their feet as those lights came down, preparing to spend an evening in “Alice Cooper’s nightmare castle.” Coop, wearing his trademark top hat and black regalia, came onstage though a castle door, to open with Feed My Frankenstein. Yep, just like in Wayne’s World.

Coop didn’t only conduct his bang-on band through his hits: He didn’t sing a single line of the No More Mr. Nice Guy chorus on his own, commanding his loyal fans to fill in for him. Bed Of Nails was a remarkable surprise for those who likely remembered the Trash album for other songs besides Poison. Coop went through all eras of his especial career. 2017’s Fallen In Love had many of the older fans confused, not knowing he still recorded albums, and was just living off of the old tunes. But the nostalgia hit them again, though, when the poppy sound from He’s Back (The Man Behind The Mask) was omitted, and Muscle Of Love saw Coop break out black maracas.

The fists then began to pump for a consecutive trio of greatest hits. I’m Eighteen made an abnormally premature appearance in the setlist, immediately followed by the title track to Billion Dollar Babies, capping up with Poison. Nita Strauss then hopped up the stairs to the castle backdrop, and did her thing for two and a half minutes, while everyone else either changed outfits, or took a breath. Immediately after her rip-roaring solo, the band came back out to dust off another hardly-played-until-this-tour banger, Roses On White Lace. That one featured a full-on kiss to a woman dressed as a bride. Of course, who else could it be but Coops’ real-life bride, Sheryl Goddard?

Coop then headed backstage for awhile, as the rest of his band ripped into a few jams from the incomparable Welcome To My Nightmare album from 1975. This included a drum solo from Glen Sobel in the middle of an instrumental rendition of The Black Widow.

Then, while restrained by two man-sized babies, out came Coop in a straitjacket, to rasp out Steven. Not long after, the usual happened: He was executed and beheaded in the guillotine, the band rocked out to the chorus of I Love The Dead, an inflatable Billion Dollar Baby waddled around the stage with his head, etcetera etcetera. Suddenly, out came a regenerated Coop, from a coffin that had been standing onstage the whole night, to wrap up his main set by ripping off his straitjacket during Escape, and keeping a part-inflatable ghoul under control, during Teenage Frankenstein.

Two staples in his songbook, Under My Wheels and School’s Out served as his encore. Just like during tours past, School’s Out featured fans getting onstage to throw oversized balloons into the crowd to bump around, as well as a snippet of Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2). “This is the part of the show…where Alice actually talks to you!” he called out only minutes before leaving the stage and introducing everybody, including his wife.

His final remarks to Clearwater? “May all your nightmares be horrendous!”

You too, Alice. Your fans aren’t going anywhere. Hopefully, you aren’t, either.

 

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CONCERT REVIEW: Tiny dancers and those still standing bid glittery adieu to Sir Elton John

Almost two years later, the time had come. Monday night, it was finally time for Tampa to say farewell to the legend himself, Sir Elton John. It was almost a year ago when he was forced to postpone the original sold-out extravaganza at Amalie Arena, due to an ear infection. That was announced at his Orlando show the night before, when people were actually seated and waiting for 25 minutes.

The Rocket Man said he’d be back, and would make sure that Tampa got an incredibly special show. And boy, did we.

This was Reggie’s third time in Florida on this tour, but he nonetheless made the night more bedazzling than anyone in the hip-to-hip sold out crowd could imagine. Though Elton being Elton, it was really no surprise. The show began at 8:05, five minutes after what was promised on the ticket, and his presence was confirmed as he struck the opening chord to Bennie And The Jets five times, while the stage lights flickered along to it.

“We hope you enjoy what you see.” Captain Fantastic announced, before plinking his way into a sentimental I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues. That wasn’t even the most sentimental part of the nearly 3-hour glittery extravaganza. In spite of that, this did not feel like a farewell tour: This was more like a 50th anniversary tour, that would turn out to be one last hurrah.

He introduced Border Song, off of his self-titled album from 1970 with a lucky anecdote about when him and partner-in-crime Bernie Taupin learned that someone had covered the song, only months following its release. “In those days, we were struggling songwriters and anyone recording our songs would be an incredible thrill…and it was Aretha Franklin! Wow!” he reminisced. If not for the Queen Of Soul, this show may not have happened. In fact, Aretha’s last ever live performance before her passing last year was actually at an Elton John AIDS Foundation gala in 2017.

An indistinguishable-from-the-original Tiny Dancer brought tears to all eyes, and Philadelphia Freedom got everyone down on the floor on their feet, with their flashing glasses from the merchandise table blinking blue and red. An album track off of Madman Across The Water, Indian Sunset, was dusted off as well. For that one, only Elton and longtime percussionist Ray Cooper were onstage, and the rest of his band, featuring musicians going as far back as his original band, took their longest break of the show. He’s had many of these people with him since before he was world-renowned, including drummer Nigel Olsson, who drummed with Elton’s original band. Lead guitarist, and musical director Davey Johnstone, who has been with Elton since Honky Chateau is there too, and is always prepared for Elton to abruptly arrive from England for rehearsals. “I just swan in, and…they’re ready!” he praised.

Yes, he kept Rocket Man in the rotation, and like what was to come, he improv’d on the keys like crazy near the end, for the same amount of time the main song ran for. Levon was a 12-minute musical showcase of improv and solo moments from all band members, and Elton smashing those keys, with and without accompaniment. Candle In The Wind cleared the stage so Elton could pay tribute to Marilyn Monroe for probably the millionth time in his career. His piano, which was on a cloud-like platform the whole night, then did something I hadn’t seen it do before, anywhere: It started rolling across the stage. It eventually turned back around, so the people on the stage-right side of the venue could actually get a quick view of his face, rather than the back of his head, of which they got all night while he played. Stage left saw the back of his head for a few minutes…just to get the front of it again in a matter of minutes.

A life-sized thunderstorm broke out Funeral For A Friend, as Elton left the stage to change out of one of his custom made Gucci outfits, into one of his trademark flowery tuxes, to belt out Love Lies Bleeding. Even his die-hard favorable LP, Tumbleweed Connection, wasn’t neglected. Burn Down The Mission was his selection to dust off that era of his life.

A recent rarity was presented, too. As heard in the new biopic, Rocketman, I Want Love, only played once before on this tour, was presented as “a song about love,” reminding us how divided not only the US currently is, but the world in general. Another elephant in the room was the Elton John AIDS Foundation, founded in 1992, from his dining room table. “It’s 2019, and people still have it. That’s ridiculous.” Elton lamented.

His main set ended with some more of his bigger hits. If you didn’t feel all gooey inside during Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, or didn’t la-la-la-la-la along during Crocodile Rock, you might have to do some soul searching. Thankfully, most everyone banged their heads to The Bitch Is Back and Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) until the stage went dark, and was cleared of all musicians.

Elton came back out a few minutes later in what must have been a sweltering hot, blue kimono so he could do his generous encore of Your Song. The last song he’d ever play in Tampa was, appropriately, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Oh, there were tears on all sides of the dome as Elton gestured his goodbyes, while flying away on a lift to behind the breathtaking stage.

But the real question is this: Was this really the Rocket Man’s final show ever in Tampa? Maybe in the sense of being on tour, it was. If he still plans on performing for charity events and such, they’re most likely going to take place in more close-to-home areas, such as England or California.

Then again, we still have another year or two until Elton plays his final show, and retiring beyond the Yellow Brick Road. While the chances are slim, who knows? Maybe we will get one more view of Captain Fantastic. But even if this was indeed his final stop here, he most certainly did not leave us with a whimper.

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CONCERT REVIEW: Phil Collins thrills long sold-out Amalie Arena with solo and Genesis gems

In 1992, Phil Collins cancelled a Genesis show at Tampa Stadium, only two songs in, due to illness. No new date was announced, and not only was that the first Genesis show in Tampa: It was the only Genesis show in Tampa.

27 years later, without Tony Banks and Mike Rutherford, Phil hobbled onstage 10 minutes late, with a walking cane, and sat right down in front of a long sold out Amalie Arena Thursday night. “Thank you for coming, cause I know that you had a choice, you know?” Phil basically meant we could either stay at home watching TV (specifically “CNN, and watch Trump make a fool of himself.”) or come and see the Rock And Roll Hall Of Famer. He indeed would be sitting down the whole night, but his set was nothing short of breathtaking.

Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) was his opener, which made a ton of sense. I mean, for real, take a look at him now. It’s been nearly fifteen years since Phil’s first farewell tour, and that was back when he was still walking around stage, and drumming for ten minutes straight. Now, here we are, and though both of those aspects of his performing are more or less gone, he’s still got the voice, and was willing to bring it with him on his comeback tour.

Another Day In Paradise saw the curtain behind Phil rise to reveal the glorifying band that would be backing him up tonight. Two drummers, including his eighteen-year-old son Nic, a four piece horn section, and Genesis’ touring bassist, Daryl Stuermer, just to name a few, were involved. Most of the people in the band have actually been playing with, or have at least known Phil for years on end. Even bassist Leland Sklar, who has played with almost any big name artist you can imagine, has known Phil since 1986’s No Jacket Required. 

“About 3 or 400 years ago, I was in a band called Genesis!” he rasped. “We were around for quite awhile, so the chances of me choosing a couple of songs you want to hear are pretty slim, I’d say.” The odds were actually more in our favor than we suspected. Throwing It All Away, back to back with Follow You Follow Me, were his selections. And much later, the former drummer even dusted off Invisible Touch.

If you’ve been a follower of Phil’s for years, you probably remember when he did the duet Separate Lives for the movie White Nights with Marilyn Martin. Standing in for Marilyn during this show was one of Phil’s backup singers, Bridgette Bryant, who crooned out Marilyn’s part flawlessly, in front of a night-sky draped stage backdrop. When the song ended, something you wouldn’t expect at a Phil Collins show today happened: Nic and Richie Gajate Garcia began a drum duel/duet. But why isn’t that normal? Well, a drum duel, or solo anyway, can be seen at many concerts. But when Phil Collins, who noticeably did not sit behind the drum kit at all, starts tapping his hands on a slap-top cajon, that’s when things get crazy.

Nic and Richie stepped away from their kits and joined Phil with their own cajons. The venue absolutely erupted in cheers of approval.

The 10 minute drum trio segued into Something Happened On The Way To Heaven, seeing the four-piece horn section make a grand return to their corner of the stage. Later came a father-son duet of You Know What I Mean, with Nic on piano, and Phil on vocals. “He decided to listen to my albums,” Phil explained. “And he said to me, ‘I found one I like.'” It’s a pretty brief piece, but it hasn’t been played on tour since the 80s, so why not dust it off?

Then, Phil stood up from his seat, and In The Air Tonight was orchestrated behind him. The venue erupted all over again. The cameras came out, and that iconic drum lick in the middle of it all caused claps, stomps, and air-drumming from all around the dome. Later came his critically acclaimed cover of The Supremes’ You Can’t Hurry Love, and his confetti-vandalized main set ender, Sussudio. Phil hobbled offstage with his cane once again, just to come back on moments later for a 10-minute encore of Take Me Home.

For the health problems he’s faced in the last few years, it’s a wonder that Phil still performs. But even if he didn’t, thank God he’s still not dead. Hopefully, it’ll stay that way.