Review: Regina Spektor at the Uptown Theater
With the Wayward Son still wayward, The Pitch‘s Chris Packham filed this dispatch.
Today, I stared into Tim Finn’s blog, Back to Rockville, and Back to Rockville stared back. Finn spares no totally unnecessary detail in documenting Garth Brooks’ seventh show at the Sprint Center Arena, while Regina Spektor merits nothing but a link to Wikipedia — nice journalisming over there, Back to Rockville. Anyway, the latest Garth Brooks performance elicits this jaw-dropping sentence from Tim Finn, the champagne of Lester Bangses:
“The show was both similar to and different from the six shows that preceded it.”
That is Joycean in its layered complexity of total meaninglessness. I’m not saying Garth Brooks isn’t worth reviewing. He may even be worth reviewing twice. Ultimately, my question is, why would you go watch the Sta-Puft Marshmallow Cowboy for the seventh consecutive night when the awesome Regina Spektor was in town? For the answer, turn your monitor upside down:
˙ɹǝʇuǝɔ ʇuıɹds ǝɥʇ ʎɹɹɐɯ-ʎɐƃ oʇ sʇuɐʍ ɹɐʇs ʎʇıɔ sɐsuɐʞ ǝɥʇ ǝsnɐɔǝq :ɹǝʍsuɐ
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