As I talked about yesterday, we went to see Weird Al in concert on Tuesday. I think I’ve also mentioned that I got a new camera? Actually I think I mentioned that in a post I haven’t finished and published yet. Okay, so important fact: I got a new camera. I’m a bit of addicted to taking pictures too, so take that trait plus new toy plus important situation I’m totally stoked about, mix liberally with great seats and lax security checks, and you get a huge pic spam that I’m now sharing with you.
And would you believe this is only about a third of the pictures I actually took? Well believe it. I love you so hard, digital age.
(The full-size of these pics is a bit big at 800×600. Helpful tip: In both Firefox and IE, you can press F11 to toggle full screen, which may help depending on your monitor size.)
Amy, Scott, Mike and I catching dinner before the show at Old Town Pizza. Mike really, really likes strawberry Italian sodas.
Our seats were about the best in the house: center balcony, first row and Amy's favourite feature, within short distance of the bar.
The setup on the left side of the stage (house left, stage right).
And the right side (house right, stage left).
I love how laptops have become required concert gear.
And a few of the crowd below us. We marveled at the glow of dozens and dozens of cell phones.
Amy and I very nearly made snarky comments about it on Twitter via our iPad and iPhone.
Oh, those eyes.
The polka ends with polka bubbles. Like regular bubbles, but faster and impossible to dance to.
See the stage stairs? Now see the giant brown q-tip headed thing? Well that's a Weird Al puppet that this guy made(?) and brought to the show with him. It sang along with most songs. It was a puppet that was very happy to be here. Please note: This was NOT the most crazed fan of the night.
A rare moment where Al just stops to talk to the crowd. There wasn't much "stop" involved with this concert.
"Smells Like Nirvana". The first costume change of the night. The cheerleaders were great. There was much debate as to whether they were intentionally bad or just really seriously bad.
Your first glimpse of the fans who were, quite possibly, the most enthusiastic Weird Al fans OF ALL TIME.
You know the gargle-sing bit in "Smells Like Nirvana"? He actually gargle-sings it. I was very impressed.
And then he dies. (Shotgun not included.)
"You're Pitiful". I think we're actually on the second or third shirt at this point.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, this drew tremendous applause. (Backstory here.)
And the final, terrifying, horrible visage.