My inner eight-year old was in HEAVEN tonight. And, to be fair, thirty-four year old me had one hell of a good time? Why, you ask? WELL tonight I went to see Jason Donovan in concert, at Birmingham Symphony Hall. I had pretty shitty seats, to be honest, way up in the nosebleeds BUT having said that, I had a pretty unrestricted view and being a symphony hall the acoustics were fantastic.
I was very nervous before going. I was going on my own, to a venue I didn’t know and to see an artist I’d never seen before. I also think I’ve got very spoiled by going to these little gigs where I know everyone because completely different feel. I got adopted by this couple who were there for their anniversary and we just got talking, as you do and when I was saying how the first record I ever got was Jason, she stopped and blinked and was all ‘how old are you?’. She was in her 50s!
The support act were SHITE. I suppose the best thing about being so far up/back is no pretending to like a crap support. Some X-Factor reject Rnb acappella girl group. Who couldn’t decide what key to sing in. Or what tune to follow. Or what dance routine to do.
I never knew Purple Rain could sound so BAD!
Jason pretty much exploded onto stage and it was amazing. He looks SO much like his dad and while, no, he doesn’t have the best singing voice he knows how to use it and to work the crowd. It was a Ten Good Reasons/Greatest Hits gig and I genuinely knew every word to every song. And HOW the hell is Ten Good Reasons 25 years old? It was in two halves with an intermission in the middle – how civilized! The first half was Greatest Hits and then the second half was Ten Good Reasons. And you should have heard the place ERUPT to the opening of Too Many Broken Hearts. I will admit to some tears of squee and joy at a couple of places.
Me and the couple next to me were singing loudly and badly all the way through and on our feet and dancing. It was exhausting and fantastic and AMAZING!