We went to see the Flight of the Conchords last night at the Tower Theater. Thanks to Tom for getting us the tickets! We had a great view of the show from right next to the lighting board, about midway back on the first floor.
I called in advance to see if they were letting people take photos, and had the following surreal conversation:
Me: Hi, I’m calling to see if photography will be allowed at the show tonight.
Employee: No, because of the flash.
Me: But what if I don’t use a flash?
Employee: Oh, that’s okay then.
Me: So, no-flash photography is okay?
But there were tons of people taking flash photos throughout the show. I actually got reprimanded for taking photos. Some official-looking guy came up to me and motioned to my camera. “It’s okay, there’s no flash,” I told him. “No, you can’t use professional photo equipment,” he said. “Point-and-shoots are okay, but no extendable lens.” Uh, okay, Tower Theater. Way to get your policies coordinated. So then I absolutely did not take any more photos after that ever. None at all. Ahem.
It was very hard getting clear shots in any case because my telephoto lens was not made for low-light situations. If I had one of those awesome (read, awesomely expensive) Canon telephoto lenses, the photos would have been better, but I also probably would have been kicked out. So I guess this is a good compromise. I did wish I could have had a tripod, though.
The show was great, and after reading the Facebook comments about the drunks and rowdiness at the 10 p.m. show, I am very glad we went to the earlier show. I was also very glad we had seats. Because, again, I am old.
Kristen Schaal, a.k.a. Mel, opened for them and she was cute and funny.
Here she is pretending to be a sexy librarian.
A relationship metaphor out of cooking utensils.
The guys came out in robot suits, but did not play “Robots,” instead launching into “Too Many Dicks on the Dance Floor.”
Jemaine holds on his head to be able to play.
Jemaine forgets the lyrics to “Carol Brown.” The band assures us that it was not a mistake, that that’s the way the live version goes.
Mike and I were trying to figure out the high point of the evening. When Bret said he forgot the lyrics because he was dehydrated and Jemaine doused him with bottled water? When Jemaine threw aside a microphone stand that was in his way or got tangled up in the electrical cords? I personally liked when Bret was moving the microphone through the audience to have people sing, and Jemaine told him not to give it to everybody because there wasn’t enough time.