I know this will sound strange coming from a 60-year old man, but I was so looking forward to the Katy Perry concert last night.
Like many pop culture thingies, I was quite late to the Katy Perry bandwagon. I wasn’t really familiar with Katy’s music until seeing her half-time show during 2015 Super Bowl. The show was spectacular, and I became an instant fan.
I loved the song Firework, and the inspirational message it offered. After that, I discovered her song Roar and its message of empowerment. But it wasn’t just the positive messages that made the songs great, the music videos were wonderful as well. (videos at end of blog)
I also liked that Katy was willing to express her opinion about the last Presidential election, something not all celebrities are willing to do.
So when I heard that she was going to be on tour, I thought it would be a nice change of pace from the kind of concert I usually go to (i.e., Bruce Springsteen). The tickets were about $110 each, and there would be three of us going – my wife, my youngest son, and myself.
The original concert date was September 18, but because of production delays, was rescheduled to October 12. The delay just added to the anticipation.
Finally, the big day arrived. The day before the concert, I had received an email that contained the following info:
So when I see an email like that, the day before a concert, I’m going to take it somewhat at face value.
So the three of us made our plans, rushing to make sure we got out the door so that we could arrive at the Wells Fargo Center by 6:45. I thought that would give us enough time to find a parking spot ($25) and be in our seats by 7:00.
Well we were in our seats by 6:50, but there weren’t many others. My son said the show probably wouldn’t start until 9:00, and I said no way. I showed him the email again, and I also noted that since it was a school night, and there were going to be so many young kids at the show, she would start the show at a reasonable hour.
Obviously, I had never dealt with a diva before.
I thought the show might begin at 7:30, allowing for a little bit of delay, and at 7:40 the opening act came on. Noah Cyrus, Miley Cyrus’s little sister, did a nice job, and she was finished a couple minutes after 8:00.
It seemed as if the stage crew had everything ready by about 8:20, and I started thinking “any moment now”.
At 8:45 I tweeted the following:
— Jim Borden (@jimborden) October 13, 2017
At that point, I was just so angry that someone could keep a crowd of 15,000 people just sitting there. Didn’t she have all day to get ready for this show? Didn’t she know what time it was supposed to start? Didn’t she know about all the little kids (and old people like me) that were in the audience?
I’ve walked out of doctor’s appointments if I have to wait more than an hour, so this behavior was totally unacceptable to me.
By the time she finally graced us with her presence, it was 9:15, and I had lost all interest in the show and lost all my respect for Katy Perry.
My opinion of the show may have been affected by the foul mood I was in, but it just seemed way too gimmicky. When I go to a concert, I’m going for the music. I don’t need 20 foot flamingos or land sharks or a giant pair of lips to entertain me.
We had decided that we would leave as soon as we heard Roar and Firework, which of course, were the final two songs she played. I’m sure if they had been played two hours earlier, I would have loved them, but at this point, listening to them felt like an obligation.
The one good thing that did come out of the concert was that it made me appreciate Bruce even more. He starts on time – and plays for 4 hours. As soon as I got home, I had to listen to Thunder Road to help me get the bad taste out of my mouth.
By the way, everything would have been fine if Katy had just started the show by saying five simple words: “I’m sorry for the delay.” That would have put me back in a positive state of mind, and she would have earned her respect back.
Alas, such words were never uttered, making the $350 we spent for the evening a complete waste of money.
P.S. I just re-read this post, and uh-oh, I think I may have just become that grumpy guy…