Philadelphia. Show day.
Happy Bastille day y’all. We are commuting from Manhattan to the remaining shows, which can make show days feel like a bit of a blur and this one was a complete and utter flypast for me. You can drive from New York to Philadelphia in an hour and a half so I thought about declaring UDI from the rest of the entourage but in the end stasis trumped my early enthusiasm. Consequently, I joined the rest of the party traveling with Air360, on a flight so short that we never reached any decent sort of cruising altitude.
We arrived quite late at the venue so had a bit of a run around to catch up with everything that needed doing before show time. There was a decision to include Magnificent in the show tonight, precipitating the need for a quick sound check. The band decided to revert to the original version of the song (rather than the ‘Primal Scream’ version that featured a video clip of Desmond Tutu) so it was deemed a good idea to run though it in comparative privacy before unleashing it on the public. It sounded great – the tempo is slightly elevated now, which helps it ride in the stadium and it was very good to hear it again.
The show was visited by a spectacular full moon, rising over the back of the stadium. It moved elegantly into the picture as the top mirrorball burst into action and I’m not sure which was the more beautiful. Runner back to the plane, to Newark, to Manhattan. Rush, rush, rush.