My apologies for the long delay before this segment. I just noticed that Flynn posted a new blog entry as I was typing this so I’m getting my ass into gear.
Also a note, before we left for the show, I checked the Commodore Ballroom’s website and it said “No Cameras or recorders permitted” so we put our camera back in the car before going in. I know sometimes they say this and it isn’t true, but with this being a House of Blues venue I figured they might be more strict than your average venue. It turns out this policy is definitely NOT enforced and I should have had my camera and snapped away. Anyway, as a result all the following pictures are swiped from other websites.
The following images were gathered from the official Commodore Ballroom slideshow tour.
The Commodore Ballroom was honestly fabulous as this sign claims. It is a reasonably small venue (about 1,000 people), but very spacious inside. We got in line about 45 minutes before doors as it was starting to round the corner and we wanted to get a good spot. This is when we learned that there were 100 tickets still available only to be sold at the door.
Once 8 o’clock hit, the line was split into two and we the priveleged got to get in the shorter line for those with tickets. At some point during this split some French speaking Canadian that obviously belonged back east snuck in front of us jabbering on her telephone. The ridiculous part of this is that once we got in she just stood there on the stairs and wasn’t even trying to get in so what’s the point of cutting in line? Anyway, as you can see, The Commodore has some very nice seating. There were four bars in The Commodore, one on each side as well as two in the rear of the building on each floor.
Many people would call us lame, but rather than running straight for the stage, Yaeka and I headed straight upstairs to the second bar area. The Commodore has a full service kitchen and we sat at long bar type table facing the stage that was elevated to give us a very clear view of the stage. This is really the only way to enjoy a show. There is no losing your seat to some punk kid that pushes you or having to leave your spot to get a beer because the waitress took care of everything. While watching the opening acts, Yaeka and I dined on an appetizer of bruschetta and a meal of veggie burger with fancy salad and some honey dijon dill salmon.
Coming soon, like in a few days will be the final portion. I’ll have some pics from the show that I found online and a full setlist that I wrote out while enjoying the performance.
Take that, Flynn!