As New Yorkers know, this is the season of the Radio City Christmas Spectacular, featuring scads of kicking Rockettes dressed as toy soldiers and over-the-top TV ads that begin running in mid-September (really). Here are scenes of us brushing up against it.
Above: Scrap with Santa’s sled looming above him. Below: xMas bureaucracy, Kirby in the stageside stable for the manger scene animals, giant drum and gifts, massive letters and hydraulic system beneath the stage, inexplicable portrait of Eisenhower next to fake rocks, floor guide in elevator.
Tonight’s gig. Pretty freaky and great for a guy such as myself who’s grown up in New York.
More on the shindig tomorrow.
The crumbling old Philadelphia Spectrum is a vibey joint; it’s a happy accident that they haven’t torn the arena down, there are three shiny new enormodomes for hockey, baseball, and football right next to it.
There’s a banner up in the rafters noting that the Dead sold the place out 53 times. That is hip.
Note Pete McNeal’s triumphant rock drummer position above.
(foto by Taia Razak)
Good night at the Agganis Arena in Boston last night. Loads of people at the post-show signing wanting me to sign their stuff. And lots of you-rock MySpace mail this morning. The sad part: we’re in Philly and there’ll be no time to get cheesesteaks from Jim’s. To hell with delicious food, all we need is the love of the people!
(pixxx by listener Justin P. Goodheart)