I just want to add a couple things and embellish here and there based on my experience.
A man is there with his small son. Not his first Todd show. A pro! Several people breeze by calling out for tickets.
Fate arranges that I am standing behind some long lost friends. One is picked out to join the stage during the Tiki set. "Can I touch you? Your special!" Terry is tickled pink. The rain prevents adventures to see who else I might know. Bummer. Sam's umbrella protects our "star" and makes us really "close" friends.
A long bar with a few stools takes up the back side and the small stage is left. There's a very small balcony area half of which is blocked by spot lights. We elect to go center stage. The people are three rows deep already. No "up the nose view" or guitar strumming possibilities. That's just fine.
Ron (who could be Todd's twin if he died his hair and put on shades) is there. He denies ever having claimed to be TR in order to get lucky. His skillful, "I never had to" reply leaves wiggle room if challenged.
No, the shirt I carry is not for sale.
There are a couple excessively bouncy fans, but most just foot-tap and head-bob. Mid-show, refer smoke wafts by. Now it feels like a concert.
B&W: 4 guitars is enough. Todd plays all leads. Jesse handles the freaky noises with style. I am complete.
Ferenzik blows the Drive intro. Todd screams "Watch me mother fucker!" with humor. His midsong cue is forced and amuses. I yell "Play something loud!" Someone else shouts out "throw away your computer!"
The whole place is singing the Utopia tunes. Are we in church? Kasim seems to notice. I resist the urge to throw my Utopia T-shirt on stage mid-performance. Could have been a moment.
Todd blows no lyrics in the first set. During one song he lets the fans strum during a solo. Several times he positions himself right at center stage about to fall into the crowd as he wails. The band is distracted by his solo antics in EPIPHANY and Kasim barely saves the BG vox. He's laughing.
Ferenzik plays well, but looks somewhat out of place. Kasim is cool as a cucumber, black pinstriped shirt--how do you sing and chew gum at the same time? Prairie is unrecognizable in a yellow cap and shades. It don't stop him from banging on them drums. Never saw TR in jeans before. Weirdness. We never see his eyes. Jesse was born to rock.
SET TWO... later.