Michael Buble.....

 

My name is Adam and last night I went to a Michael Buble concert.

Now don't call the men with the white jackets. I'm not suicidal. I was at a wedding yesterday. That wasn't easy to attend. Two really good friends. But this was the first invitation that came to me - and me only. For 8 years it was "to Yvee and Adam" and now its just "Adam" and that blows. But anyway that wasn't the only hard part. It was an outdoor garden wedding. In June. With a gazebo. And the guests were standing around it. It looked great. And it brought back lots of memories of our wedding - especially as Chris was one of my groomsmen. Memories are good most of the time. Sometimes they hurt. But i'm big time happy for Chris and Kylie. She is awesome and they are great together. At least it wasn't raining.

So I get a call asking what im doing last night. As the wedding was a morning thing followed by a lunch I was out of there around 4ish - so i said I was doing nothing to the caller. Great! she said - "I have a spare Michael Buble ticket for tonight. You should come". Now normally I would have fought the fight that true men of metal would fight - "fuck that shit". But - and I know the mighty Cliff Burton and Dimebag Darrell are turning in their graves right now - I caved. But maybe I get some cred back as I was gifted the ticket?

Let me pre-empt the below by stating that the music of The Buble isn't entirely unknown to me. My girl likes his stuff. We have a few CD's and DVD's around the house. Its not bad. I like Sinatra. I like Harry Connick Jr. And I admire someone like the Buble who can sell a gazillion records and be a good entertainer. I would have taken Yvee to see this show too - so that was a bit hard on me.

He has a smooth voice too. I saw him on Rove the other week - he seems like a funny bastard too.

So we all met up. Get some eats in Chinatown. So far so good. Me - "where are the seats??" Her - "on the floor, 5th row" Him (who I get the feeling was being dragged along) - pretty good eh?

So we walk in to the cavernous echo that is the Sydney Entertainment Centre. There was a potential issue that my fucked up brain resolved pretty quickly and then we met up with a girl from the ticket gifters work. Drinks were purchased. I considered a man drink like a shot of Jager to retain some more metal cred. But I went for a Diet Coke.

As we were about to walk in I ask her how she got such good tickets?

"some guy on eBay"

Great. Im seeing Michael Buble with tickets some fucker on eBay sold at a crazy profit. Yay - NOT.

The seats were good. The company was good. The support act were good - Naturally 7. American beatbox 7 piece. Check them out on YouTube. They were really good. One of the best warm up acts ive ever seen.

The Buble show was great - like really really great. This guy is a great entertainer. Funny bastard. He had a tight band and the song selection had the right mix of smooth jazz together with faster big band numbers. I know about 5 songs from Yvee's CD's and stuff on TV. Not a bad show. I also noticed that out of the 12,000 people there at last nights sold out show - probably 8,000 were horny housewives out for a good night. Nice.

My final words on last night are the exact same review I gave to my three fellow The Buble concert goers - "that didn't suck"

On the drive home I needed something rockin to enjoy the drive. I put an untitled minidisc into the deck in the car. Turned out to be a Pearl Jam compilation id made. Fuckin A!!!!! And I heard I Got Id (AKA I Got Shit) for the first time in ages and it floored me. Such a great song. Sure The Buble was cool - but he could learn a thing from Pearl jam and Neil Young I tells you.

But I walked the line when you held me in that night.
Oh, I walked the line when you held my hand that night.
Oh, I walked the line when you held me close that night.
I paid the price. Never held you in real life.
My lips are shaking...