Some songs: American Boy, Return to Me, Wicked Game, San Francisco Days, Heart-Shaped World, Blue Hotel, Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing, Worked it Out Wrong, Kansas City, Sombody’s Crying, Two Hearts, Forever Blue, I Want You to Want Me, Only The Lonely, Life Will Go On, Super Magic 2000 — all excellent!!
Singing Wicked Game
I swear he was looking right at me!
Chris laments wearing his sequined underwear, which was chafing at this point
During Return to Me he walked through the audience and chatted. One lucky lady got a kiss on the cheek. At one point, possibly during Kansas City, several women pulled from the audience took to the stage as backup dancers, including the very tiny and very cute lactating mom who sat near us. I know she was lactating because she and her Kansas City detective husband stood in the autograph line behind us and she told me so.
Performing a yet-unrecorded new song
Hitting the high notes with aplomb
My favorite suit! Yay!!!
Synchronized dance steps with Rowly and Herschel
We stood in line for about an hour to get Chris’ autograph. Drummer Kenney Dale Johnson tried to sneak away early but I stopped him as he walked past us with a, “But you can’t leave! We didn’t get your autograph yet!” He looked tired and was hoarse but was very gracious and agreed to take pictures.
Cozying up to Kenney Dale. Yes, he and Husband talked shop…
About ten minutes after Kenney Dale escaped us we made it to the signing table where they were selling t-shirts, pictures and CDs. I asked for a large shirt. The seller pulled out a piece of cloth that looked like it could be No. 1 son’s shirt, only shrunken. I hemmed and hawed. The seller said, rather impatiently, “Hurry up and decide or he,” he jerked his thumb toward Chris, “is gonna leave.”
Aghast, I agreed to the teeny shirt. And then, there I was, face to face with the one and only Chris Isaak. After years of fangirlyness from afar, I had a good 30 seconds of his nearly-undivided attention.
So many things I could have said: “Chris, you rocked the house!” or “Thank you so much for an amazing show!” or “Your songs leave me feeling haunted.” Did I say any of those. No. I said, as I gestured to my torso, “Sheesh, you really need some shirt sizes better suited to us corn-fed women in the Midwest.”
You reckon that got his attention? He looked me in the eye and laughed. “Oh, but you see,” he said, ”we choose those small sizes on purpose. It’s all part of a grand design.” Then he shook Husband’s hand and I remembered to thank him for a great show.
And here it is! My autographed t-shirt! I like to imagine everyone else got one of three standardized comments while I got this:
Oh yeah, baby. This one’s going in a frame…
