Five games of pool later, all without a win against the shark, and the start time for Frank Bennett comes and passes. The man himself is walking around in rather loose white attire. Poolside wear of a large complex.
First up at the stage, a very funny and self-deprecating Jackie Loeb. Comic timing is finely tuned. Her shrill voice and closeness to the volume and microphone putting the ear drums under a crackling strain. Quick fire impersonations dash in and right out just before too long.
And then time unforgiven, close to an hour between. Sitting, waiting, doing nothing. Nothing at all.
Frank Bennett finally storms the stage and is all over the crowd. Taking the cue from Sinatra's '59er tour, Bennett is up and floating where the air is rarified. Jokes are of the older set, making do with the average age of the audience. No hair on the man. Quite shiny a scalp. Cole Porter hits are the servings main on the menu. Michael Jackson's The Way You Make Me Feel and Radiohead's Creep sneak in appearances.
Wonderful set all up. Despite the late start and rather limp laughs. Two constantly wandering waitresses prove to be a certain distraction all night long.
Soon Van - Thursday, October 27, 2005 - 03:22
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