This concert is fool fulfilling and wench thrilling, no sitting on the side. Reminds of Michael Buble' we'd seen over a year ago. The boo bear comes to our side of the stage and as close as we are to the stage - the wife turns to me - "he sang to right to me. He was looking at me .... and he sang." Oh yeah, I know, I was arcing my arm over your head pointing to you. And that has been one of our favourite moments. Artist generosity and humour. How often?
I'll tell you.
This time bested by Seal, as he took the wife's hand and she's turning to me once again. "He held my one hand and after the second verse I held his holding mine." Then she paused; "You didn't point again - did you?"
No.
"I'm never washing my hand again."
It's the people I review even a week later, as we listen to the Soul 2 CD and I see them, in one groove; 'membering when we heard Seal sing songs our souls - too - remember.