An enjoyable night of whimsy and wackiness, punctuated by artistry, prose, poetry, and song. My first visit to see Gaiman (or Palmer for that matter), and I found myself wishing the venue was larger, my seats were closer (poor diabetic, old eyes… *sigh*), and that the enthusiasm of the crowd had not so often overwhelmed what was being said on stage. No fault of those hard at work thereon, of course, and the smallest of nits in an otherwise jubilant night.
My phone’s camera was not up to the task, though I did get a nice shot of the marquee and an almost nice one of the crowd-sourced stage decor pre-show (see below). As you know, I’m not of the fan-ish mindset; but I definitely appreciate and admire skill in word, in music, and in song. I savored all three in this, the last show of the tour.
ObHaiku:
Unabashed love
Giddy, sloppily given
Shared experience
I must say, I think I prefer this manner of bohemian spontaneity and extemporaneousness to the contrived machinations of “a production”; there is, I think, a certain delight in the sense that an event will never truly be even close to “the same” no matter how many other cities or venues might host it. I was fortunate enough to receive such a gift in attending this event… I am quite pleased with it; soft as rabbit’s fur, for all my heart still thumps with happy.
