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Last night, The Grove hosted the fourth of several featured singers for their FREE summer Concert Series, held in the fountain/park area of the shopping mecca. A friend allowed me some VIP treatment. All I had to sacrifice was a little clausterphobia and impatience when exiting the parking garage (these events draw CROWDS). So here I was…

THIS. Is Gavin Rossdale. THREE. FEET. AWAY.

You heard me.

Shyly sitting off to the side, an estimable twenty feet, was his beautiful wife and son; who managed to shade themselves from the paparazzi with bodyguards and other friends standing in front of their visage.

Though nothing could be more heavenly than the proximity of Gwen, it was a forlorn moment to see her trying to enjoy the show but subtly self-conscious of the cameras. Which, though aimed on Gavin a majority of the night, were directed towards her the moment the backstage crowd separated.

It was a great show. He played a collection of the old, new, and Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide”.

…and closer…

Before Gavin emerged onstage, we were stuck with the Varsity Fanclub. A group of youngsters so young (with a very glittery wardrobe), I wasn’t sure they were even in High School. I cannot wait to show you the newest jazz hands to hit the stage.

That’s tomorrow.

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No Doubt

28 Jul

First, the Nu Sounds came on. A Swedish band whose female lead, despite her strong voice, echoed along the walls of a mostly empty amphitheater. By the time my Coors Light buzz started to wear off, the only thing I could think was “Please God, get this second rate, wannabe Gwen off the stage,” and that this gyrating blond harpy should stop her Swedish leg kicks and crotch splitting pole grinding – Where’s Gwen? Where’s Paramore, and when do the Nu Sounds stop singing?

Paramore then assumed the stage and took to it in running, jumping, head-bangin’ reverie.

There was a disappointing lack of red lipstick in the audience and not a platinum blond in sight – I was expecting to see a panoply of Gwen-lookalikes and wannabes. The crowd filtered in slowly, the ‘sold out’ show barely packed even after Paramore made their appearance. My need-to-be-early-everywhere punctuality felt more foolish than ever since I had so far watched each opening band in agonizing expectation of the main attraction.

But nothing mattered the moment No Doubt came on. When their shadows graced a backlit white sheet, the crowd erupted and so did I. Thus ensued over an hour of jumping, sweating, singing, shouting, cheerful accolades in response to Gwen’s superlative, ab-bearing performance. Best night ever.