Sorry I’m a bit late posting a report of the concert itself. In between the concerts I’m absolutely shattered! Added to which, my dongle had run out of juice last night.
Anyway, a few random memories from Glasgow now that I‘m on my way home from Newcastle on the train, and can use their wifi.
After a weird M&G behind a black curtain next to the stage, the show started exactly on time, at 8 o’clock. Urs must have been pleased.
I’d been led to my seat in the front row by a gent who assured me it was the best seat in the house… bang in the middle. As the guys are confined to a central stage on this tour, middle is the place to be!
No signs of any sore throats this evening. A lovely rendition of Come What May, and then Seb’s intro - complete with “See yoo, Jimmy!” which went down well.
There were some issues with the speakers or mics occasionally, with the volume disappearing half way through some lines. But then you got to hear their unamplified voices... sigh.
After DCFMA Seb pretended to read people’s minds, said he had a special gift. He seems to pick on die-hard Ubers (not me, but you know who you are!) because it happened again at Newcastle. He says he can read their thoughts: “That French guy is quite nice, but oh, that Swiss guy is super sexy.” Or words to that effect … (At Newcastle, Urs pretended to be offended and walked off stage!)
My Way was hilarious. Seb and Carlos were right in front of me, arms round each other and then Carlos said something like “You’re touching me there,” and they both totally lost it. Completely cracked up, lost their lines altogether.
Then when it came to Seb’s line, “Regrets I’ve had a few,” there was a raised eyebrow and gesture directed at Carlos!
David had asked earlier if anyone was new to Il Divo, and hardly anyone’s hand went up. But he did introduce the line-up later on, just in case.
At the break, the chap who’d been supervising the two cameramen came over to me with a big smile on his face and said, “You’re enjoying yourself far too much!” And I said “You ain’t seen nothing’ yet.” We got chatting and when he discovered my, er, “profession”, he said, “Good job I didn’t swear…”
Had to chuckle as I told him I’m a heavy metal fan so swearing doesn’t bother me. I have been known to use the odd word or two … (My husband will be raising his eyebrow at that. Just the odd word or two?)
Anyway(s), turns out he’d toured with Metallica, one of my very favourite bands, so we chatted for a while before he remembered he as supposed to be going for a cuppa!
The second half exploded into life with Senza Parole, one of my (many!) favourites from the new album, but live it blows your socks off. I love Seb’s little echoes near the end which I’ve never picked up on the CD. And, of course, all the Ursy bits. Of everything. And basically every bit they all sing… Come on, it’s perfection all round, to be fair!
Met some lovely people again. Even though I buy single tickets and travel alone, I’m never short of good company at Il Divo concerts. Some old friends, some I’ve only met on the Forum or Facebook, and some totally new to me. One of the many joys of following these wonderful guys of ours … you know everyone there has exceptionally good taste!!
It was a wonderful evening, and the highlight of the concert for me was having Urs right in front of me for Ven A Mi. Oh wow … well, if Seb had chosen to read my mind at that point, he certainly wouldn’t have been too wide of the mark. And then some.
I could go on forever, but I’ve got to start writing something about Newcastle too!