Chris Isaak: The Aftermath
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You may have read my review of Saturday's Chris Isaak show at Mizner Park, which started way too late but was a ridiculously good time. Most everybody I talked to at the show, except for one friend-of-a-friend, loved it. That one person is a big fan but said she was disappointed in the show. I don't know how you can be disappointed in a guy working so hard for your money that he'd make himself a human mirror ball with those suits he wears.
A lot of the people who loved the show were hanging out afterward, waiting in line to meet Chris. Fortunately, they did not include the drunk lady whose husband dragged her out of line when she expressed her intention to tell Chris "that his Boston show sucked." Thank you, Husband.
The aforementioned Mr. Isaak who showed up maybe 15 minutes after he stopped playing and signed autographs, met people and flashed those devastating blue eyes. There ought to be some sort of warning on those things, because they could probably shoot laser beams and take out missles or something.
I've stood in that sort of line for him a couple of times as a fan, but this was the first time I'd reviewed him or loaded into the Line of Swooning as an official reporter. Accordingly, I got to have more indepth conversations with my fellow line-standers than my usual "Wasn't that awesome?"
The most dedicated fan I met was one Diane Wright of New Jersey, who's "been following him for 18 years" and has seen him about 24 times, including three times in that same week. Apparently she's got some family locally, and she did her part in expanding the Chris Isaak Cult by bringing them along for their first taste of his rockabilly goodness and his mirrored suits.
"He's a great showman. I love his voice," Diane explained. "And he's oh so dreamy."
Well put. Terri Du Broc of West Palm Beach, who saw him in Atlantic City, agreed - "This was great. It was just as good, if not better, than the last one we saw. He's a great singer, and I love his sense of humor. I got Showtime just to watch his show."
Me, too! And when it ended, I stopped getting Showtime. (I had it recently to watch The L Word, but that was so awful last year, I won't get fooled again, just like The Who said.)
When I finally got up front, I introduced myself as the reporter he'd talked to from the Palm Beach Post about three weeks earlier. He appeared to sort of remember, although he is an actor, and could likely have been faking it. Whatever.
"Whatever you do," he said, "don't write anything nice about the band. If you do, they'll get big heads and I'll have to pay them."
Ha, ha! That's not even that original, and it was funny coming from Chris Isaak. Lads, let that be a lesson to you - if you're hot enough to carry off singing sad songs about love in a sparkly suit, you can get away with being a little corny. Get to it.
Posted by Leslie Streeter at September 5, 2006 05:54 PM
A lot of the people who loved the show were hanging out afterward, waiting in line to meet Chris. Fortunately, they did not include the drunk lady whose husband dragged her out of line when she expressed her intention to tell Chris "that his Boston show sucked." Thank you, Husband.
The aforementioned Mr. Isaak who showed up maybe 15 minutes after he stopped playing and signed autographs, met people and flashed those devastating blue eyes. There ought to be some sort of warning on those things, because they could probably shoot laser beams and take out missles or something.
I've stood in that sort of line for him a couple of times as a fan, but this was the first time I'd reviewed him or loaded into the Line of Swooning as an official reporter. Accordingly, I got to have more indepth conversations with my fellow line-standers than my usual "Wasn't that awesome?"
The most dedicated fan I met was one Diane Wright of New Jersey, who's "been following him for 18 years" and has seen him about 24 times, including three times in that same week. Apparently she's got some family locally, and she did her part in expanding the Chris Isaak Cult by bringing them along for their first taste of his rockabilly goodness and his mirrored suits.
"He's a great showman. I love his voice," Diane explained. "And he's oh so dreamy."
Well put. Terri Du Broc of West Palm Beach, who saw him in Atlantic City, agreed - "This was great. It was just as good, if not better, than the last one we saw. He's a great singer, and I love his sense of humor. I got Showtime just to watch his show."
Me, too! And when it ended, I stopped getting Showtime. (I had it recently to watch The L Word, but that was so awful last year, I won't get fooled again, just like The Who said.)
When I finally got up front, I introduced myself as the reporter he'd talked to from the Palm Beach Post about three weeks earlier. He appeared to sort of remember, although he is an actor, and could likely have been faking it. Whatever.
"Whatever you do," he said, "don't write anything nice about the band. If you do, they'll get big heads and I'll have to pay them."
Ha, ha! That's not even that original, and it was funny coming from Chris Isaak. Lads, let that be a lesson to you - if you're hot enough to carry off singing sad songs about love in a sparkly suit, you can get away with being a little corny. Get to it.
Posted by Leslie Streeter at September 5, 2006 05:54 PM
