After the big show on Saturday, I thought Sunday’s offering would prove anti-climactic. I was wrong.
I collected my program at the entrance, bought a bottle of milk from a vendor, and entered the darkened auditorium.
The place was filled to the rafters with an expectant crowd: many of the women seemed to be expecting more kids soon too!
The hall was humming with excited chatter; while others in the audience just seemed to be humming for some reason.
I thought this must have been what it was like in The Cavern Club in Liverpool before The Beatles came on stage.
In this more intimate setting without seating, the moshpit area was jammed with people full of excitement, anticipation, and extensive video equipment.
Whereas the Saturday show pandered to an older generation from a few generations ago, this one started with a …
David Bowie Medley/Montage/Re-envisionment … retrospectively speaking.
Space Oddity. Ground Control to Major Tomohito.
I guess one of the dancers didn’t like floating in his tin can far above the Earth. He seemed blue like planet Earth and there was nothing anyone could do … until they closed the curtain.
There was a bit of The Jean Genie next. Poor little greenie.
I must have missed this Bowie reincarnation, but it was pretty good anyway.
Let’s Dance was next. It had everyone swaying under the serious moonlight.
It finished up with Blue Jeans.
They didn’t do any of that Tin Machine crap thankfully.
I was a bit disappointed nothing from the Hunky Dory album was done though.
It seemed to seamlessly stream in to a Japanese Pop Music driven section for a while.
Girl band stuff.
Boy band stuff.
The end of the program got really out of control with some sort of experimental, sci-fi, fantasy, conceptual, re-interpretationalistic routines.
Boys in quasi- Power Ranger costumes doing what they usually do after a few chocolate bars: punch, kick, scream, and run around a lot.
And the finale were some camera shy kimono clad groovers doing something traditional in an attempt to cool down the crowd so they could possibly drive home sensibly and not forget to leave their empty milk bottles with the vendor on the way out.
Overall the performances were very strong, like sniffing a bleach bottle; hard driving, like a tricycle on a muddy day; and edgy like 1,000 origami cranes.
The performers left it all on the stage … along with a few pompoms and assorted hats.
The 4 to 6 years old kids made their statement:
“This is me. This is real. This is what I am: love it or hate it … you can’t stop it. Now I am spent and need help getting out of my costume … and I may need a nap too.”
Hey! I knew The Beatles would show up in some form or another.