You haven’t lived until you’ve seen Neil go ape-crazy and gyrate all over the stage for a frenetic performance of “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show”! I was treated to a Neil Diamond concert a few years ago in Tampa, and it sold out in no time. It was amusing to watch little old ladies scream their undying love and unfulfilled sexual fantasies to this man on stage, but wild and crazy geriatric people aside, the concert rocked. My favorite Neil Diamond song is “Play Me”, and just when I thought he wasn’t going to sing it, despite my strict orders to make sure he didn’t miss this song, I heard the first few notes and shrieked right along with the swooning old ladies.
I know I could sport a sparkly, sequined shirt and hop around on stage with the best of ’em, on tour with ol’ Neil. He probably wondered, after he spotted me leaping up and down on my seat, bellowing “You better sing ‘Play Me”!”, how to enlist me as a back-up dancer. As long as the elderly harlots refrained from tossing their bras or underwear on stage, Neil and I would put on one hell of a show.
(I just threw this picture in because it’s hee-larious.)