So on a day off between tours in Boston, Sarah wanted to go and see Enrique Iglesias.
While I was working in Auckland, she rang me to say that he would be having a concert while we are in Boston. There were tickets available. She decided to wait a couple of days till I got home.
When I got back, she couldn't find any seats. Sold out.
When I was back in Auckland, she rang to say that she had found a website that had tickets for sale. She bought some. We found out later that this was a reseller website. The tickets we received were addressed to someone else, but the FAQ on the site insisted that it was legal to resell tickets. Alrighty then...
So we make our way to the stadium, hoping that we won't get thrown out, or worse, arrested. Blong our tickets and ... and ... it's all good. Phew!
So we head on in before somebody changes their mind.
This is the TD Gardens arena, where some team called the Boston Bruins plays ice hockey.
It's actually at a major rail station in the city. Last time we came to Boston, we used this station to get to a cute little town called Rockport. We didn't even realise that straddled across this rather large station was an even larger sports stadium.
The stadium is pretty much like the big one we went to at Sydney Olympic Village to see Ricky Martin. Are you seeing a pattern here?
Anyway, the show was due to start at 19:30, and it did. There was an opening act called jbalvin, whatever that is.
Apparently, it's a latin band with a pretty good rhythm, even to an old white fart like me. The deep percussion rhythm reminds me of Hindi music. I rather liked it.
Then there were a couple of guys doing the dj thing while the band's gear was removed.
Then we saw the 'other half' of the lead act. Not only have we never heard of a bulldog that wasn't a ... um ... bulldog, we didn't realise that this was a co-act till sarah printed the tickets.
While this guy is a singer, he seems to be more dj, and uses a lot of recorded tracks from and with other artists. Apparently, he does tracks with all sorts of artists even I have heard of. Funnily enough, running shazam during a concert is a cool way to see if someone is lip-syncing.
Ok, this guy isn't lip-syncing, his work on stage is just one element of the multilayered performance.
By the way, his use of graphic imagery is fascinating. Very impressive. Oh, and I quite enjoyed his music, too.
After another half hour wait for the stage to be changed again, the main act started. Lots of squealing and waving. No, not from me. Luckily, not Sarah either.
It's funny. The people who had tickets on the floor right against the stage would have been ecstatic to be so close. Worth the big bucks they paid.
But wait. For an acoustic set, they exposed a circular stage at the opposite end of the floor. Enrique and some of his band made their way to this stage, and began a very intimate set.
The guys who paid for those stage-front seats must have been standing at the opposite end from Enrique saying "WTF!!!"
This was unusual. Enrique pulls a guy up on the stage, and proceeds to sing duets with him. The guy cannot sing, and spent most of the time either taking selfies with Enrique, or texting somebody. A bit of a doofus, but boy is he getting laid tonight!
We left the stadium by about 23:30, so that was practically 4 hours of entertainment. Good value.
While I was working in Auckland, she rang me to say that he would be having a concert while we are in Boston. There were tickets available. She decided to wait a couple of days till I got home.
When I got back, she couldn't find any seats. Sold out.
When I was back in Auckland, she rang to say that she had found a website that had tickets for sale. She bought some. We found out later that this was a reseller website. The tickets we received were addressed to someone else, but the FAQ on the site insisted that it was legal to resell tickets. Alrighty then...
So we make our way to the stadium, hoping that we won't get thrown out, or worse, arrested. Blong our tickets and ... and ... it's all good. Phew!
So we head on in before somebody changes their mind.
This is the TD Gardens arena, where some team called the Boston Bruins plays ice hockey.It's actually at a major rail station in the city. Last time we came to Boston, we used this station to get to a cute little town called Rockport. We didn't even realise that straddled across this rather large station was an even larger sports stadium.
The stadium is pretty much like the big one we went to at Sydney Olympic Village to see Ricky Martin. Are you seeing a pattern here?
Anyway, the show was due to start at 19:30, and it did. There was an opening act called jbalvin, whatever that is.
Apparently, it's a latin band with a pretty good rhythm, even to an old white fart like me. The deep percussion rhythm reminds me of Hindi music. I rather liked it.
Then there were a couple of guys doing the dj thing while the band's gear was removed.
Then we saw the 'other half' of the lead act. Not only have we never heard of a bulldog that wasn't a ... um ... bulldog, we didn't realise that this was a co-act till sarah printed the tickets.
While this guy is a singer, he seems to be more dj, and uses a lot of recorded tracks from and with other artists. Apparently, he does tracks with all sorts of artists even I have heard of. Funnily enough, running shazam during a concert is a cool way to see if someone is lip-syncing.
Ok, this guy isn't lip-syncing, his work on stage is just one element of the multilayered performance.
By the way, his use of graphic imagery is fascinating. Very impressive. Oh, and I quite enjoyed his music, too.
After another half hour wait for the stage to be changed again, the main act started. Lots of squealing and waving. No, not from me. Luckily, not Sarah either.
It's funny. The people who had tickets on the floor right against the stage would have been ecstatic to be so close. Worth the big bucks they paid.
But wait. For an acoustic set, they exposed a circular stage at the opposite end of the floor. Enrique and some of his band made their way to this stage, and began a very intimate set.
The guys who paid for those stage-front seats must have been standing at the opposite end from Enrique saying "WTF!!!"
This was unusual. Enrique pulls a guy up on the stage, and proceeds to sing duets with him. The guy cannot sing, and spent most of the time either taking selfies with Enrique, or texting somebody. A bit of a doofus, but boy is he getting laid tonight!
We left the stadium by about 23:30, so that was practically 4 hours of entertainment. Good value.
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