From: Michele E Harvey <mharve1@mason1.gmu.edu>


Hello one and all!

           
What could I possibly add to what has already been said by those who were 
actually able to keep setlists at such an *incredible* show?

My husband is more than tolerant, although I don't know how he manages 
*not* to dance at an EC concert.  We were glad that one of the people who 
were able to take the *whole* day off work took the time to come back and 
see us in the "no spitting but a decent view w/o binocs" section.  Danno 
F. and his *incredibly* tolerant wife (she was on crutches!) Donna showed 
up not more than a few moments after the visit from Jim.  

I had to go and spend my own last $5 on those lovely balloons (red and 
black, BY colors - natch), not realizing that my husband hadn't made it 
to the ATM to get enough $$ for my required concert shirt purchase.  As 
they say in the bad dramas:  "Just then - the monsoon hit!"  And it did, 
in Tyson's Corner, and knocked out every g.d. ATM in the area.  GRRRR

So for the next 3 (I am not exaggerating) hours we sat on the inner loop 
of 495, crawling to the USA (or rather, the PGEC).  And the whole while I 
am totally distraught at the thought of not being able to get that 
totally necessary shirt that says "More than you deserve"....

My hats off to Danno, who loaned me enough money to keep my concert 
experience from being totally ruined :-)))))

Along the line of "best musical moments" previously discussed, my best 
was during "Angels Wanna Wear my Red Shoes" when the whole audience, 
totally unprompted but completely on cue, sang "oh, why's that?"  "that's 
too bad" and "I'm so sad" in all the right spots.  Still gives me chills.

Bad moments were the stupid drunk guy in front of us, who alternately 
groped his unresponsive female companion, cried and pouted when she 
failed to respond, and flexed his muscles (and hairy armpits) at we 
behind him, who wished they would just move along.  Also the dopey guy 
who kicked Donna's crutch (laid carefully on the ground in front of her 
seated self) and got it to whack her *broken* foot in the most painful 
way possible.  :-(

As I told my companions at the time:  I have seen Elvis Costello and the 
Attractions do "Radio Radio" - I can die now.

Oh, and one more word....

****PETE!!!!!!****


"Don't try to read my mind Because it's filled with disappearing ink"

Michele

PS - the Post had a nice writeup of the show in the Saturday paper today