1. The Orpheum needs to get its shit together and get some fucking ventilation in there. It's kind of hard to enjoy a show when you're sweating so much, it's running into your eyes.
2. They also need to upgrade their sound system. It's kind of hard to enjoy a show when you can't hear half of what's being said.
3. They also need to upgrade their seats. It's kind of hard to enjoy a show when your knees are jammed into the seat in front of you.
First of all, the heat. I swear, it was 90 in there. Almost 3,000 people + no circulation = Knowing Why It's Called Beantown. Jesus. Horrible.
Second of all, the sound. Mr. Izzard could have been a fucking laugh riot, but I wouldn't know because I couldn't hear half of what he was saying. What I did hear was very funny, however.
Third of all, the seats. I am 5'8" tall. That Canadian Boy I Married is 6'1". It was worse than sitting on an airplane. My legs were on fire by the time we left, just from being jammed in one spot for two hours.
Also? Some renovations would be nice. There were hunks of paint peeling off the ceiling and I was a little concerned with some of the plaster medallions - they looked precarious, to say the least. The tickets had a $10 building restoration charge added in - they maybe ought to start using that money before someone is killed by falling debris.
All in all, it was miserable, punctuated by shouts of laughter.
I'm very disappointed. The tickets were expensive - $75 a piece and money isn't exactly thick on the ground over here at Chez Bedhead.
If there ever is a next time, I'm going to NYC to see him at Radio City Music Hall.
On the flip side, I went to see the This American Life movie tonight, with my friend T. It was very, very cool and if you missed it, you're out of luck. It was a live feed to movie theaters. And if you're not listening to This American Life on NPR, what is wrong with you? It's a great show, quirky and interesting, sometimes funny, sometimes sob-inducing, but always fascinating.