I’m your Intrepid Reporter, BunnyGirl. I’m reporting [sub]kind of[/sub] live from the scene of the Yes Symphonic concert, held on August 12th at Pine Knob (now known as DTE Energy Music Theatre) in Clarkston, MI. The night was perfect for a good concert: 73 degrees and clear skies. The band is traveling with a 30-piece symphony orchestra and if a symphony can make Metallica sound good, think of what they can do for our band tonight!
Before I begin my report, let’s head over to Fashion Reporter BunnyGirl. What do you have for us, Bunny?
Well, IR Bunny, there appears to be a lot of tie-dyed shirts in the crowd tonight, along with investment bankers in expensive loafers and khaki shorts. We do have a bold fashion statement in the crowd and that would be the ‘Got Milk’ Woman. This lovely lady presented herself in a daring low-cut fuchsia t-shirt that brazenly exposed her abundant cleavage. Really, we haven’t seen cleavage like this since Dolly Parton bent over in her tank top and it prompted FR Bunny’s friend Rose to say, “Got milk?” We giggled and snorted over that one all night. Girlfriend could’ve kept the contents of her purse, not just her pin money, in that bosom. To quote a male audience member (that I’m completely making up), “Whatta rack!” Truly a sight to behold. What’s more, she was smooching on one guy she was with and then later in the evening, was smooching on the other guy that escorted her. Both Rose and I figured she owned the one, but was leasing the other. Go girl! Keep your options open. In more fashion news, John Anderson appeared to be channeling Bea Arthur, in his long flowing pants, loose shirt and vest. Chris Squire was lost in the 80’s in spandex pants, but kudos to Steve Howe for the bold move against comb-overs! Back to you, IR Bunny.
Thanks FR Bunny. Well, not being a Yes fan myself, I wasn’t sure of what to expect and I was not disappointed. Sitting in the pavilion, waiting for the show to start, I was almost put to sleep by the ambient music that was playing. Both Rose and I stated that this did not bode well for the two of us. We came to this concert not under duress, per se, but more under marital obligation. Both of our husbands are rabid Yes fans, so we were doing the wifely duty tonight by attending. Rose and I both stated that they owed us. Big time.
Truly, there’s not much to tell. The band played. It was technically excellent, musically acute and well performed, but Rose and I only recognized 4 songs. They played for close to 3 hours. For the bass players in the house, Chris Squire played a white Rickenbacher (sp?) and a lavendery-grey Fender Precision bass. Steve Howe played a lute, a steel guitar, and a Gibson hollow-body, among others.
This is Intrepid Reporter BunnyGirl signing off.