Words Fail me… so here are some penned by someone else who saw the show the night before…
I was a little excited … Miss Lisa will testify to just how excited… I couldn’t sit still all day… couldn’t stop doing the happy deeleea shuffle which looks a little like the dancing baby dance from Ally McBeal…
But less cute…
The Opera House was abustle with punters for Harry… and for Tosca… it was easy to tell them apart… tuxedos versus stonewash… Champagne versus Chardonnay … or lager. The venue is, of course, sublime… despite the pink upholstery (bet you can’t read about THAT in your Lonely Planet guides…), the crowd appreciative… and relaxed.
And Harry?
Sigh…
Easy on the eye? … Check!
Easy on the ear? … Check!
Easy on the funny bone? … Check!
Easy on the wallet? … Well no… but worth every penny!
I am no jazz aficionado, I appreciate it enormously, as I do most great musicianship, and lyricism. Harry’s voice, particularly in his low register (singer speak) is drool inducing and quite frankly the man has soooome sex appeal. Satorially beautifully turned out and thoroughly able to keep up with the Aussie sense of humour Harry had it all on stage last night. I can’t believe it was all over in 2 hours. Well worth the wait, and completely over too soon. His band, particularly as they got all “New Orleans” in the middle of the show were incredible too…
Sigh…
I have to confess I came pretty close to trying to secure tickets for his turn in the Hunter Valley on Saturday night… Of course $120.00 would be much easier to justify for Harry than it would for Australian Citizenship… However… I reneged deciding that it may be possible to have too much of a good thing…
He is rather lovely – that voice, those eyes…mmmmm.
I’ll have to content myself with some CDs… Sounds like a great time!