| Set lists for the cities where liveandwell.com tracks were recorded: I'm visualizing all sorts of quotes drifting (like the premium homepage) across the post-modern colors on the package, clear plastic, so I'm just going to write about the show I saw and you take it from there... Saw the Philadelphia show at the Electric Factory.....Having seen the Outside show, I was hoping somewhat desperately that he would come out and play his 12-string. Because, underneath the sheen of the lights, the glitz of the glamour, and the roar of the crowd, David Bowie is ultimately one of the best folk-rock singer/songwriters. "The sun machine is coming down and we're gonna have a party" and all that. He has become so much more, but I feared in recent years that he had lost touch with his core. So when David came out, very little makeup, tan shirt, hair combed forward, 12-string in hand, and strummed the opening chords of Queen Bitch I screamed and I screamed and I screamed.......it was almost unbearable that the next song was Waiting For The Man. I loved the mix of modern and ancient sounds - Gail Ann Dorsey literally glowed with brilliance - electric funk thwunk rockaday shine. saviour machine turned fiber-optic clears the path of the runway and plunges ahead to the new millenium. At one point, Reeves started playing the intro to Fashion and David stopped him with a simple gesture and an "I don't think so." There was a Pinter pause. He said, "Now Gail Ann Dorsey will sing the song Outside." She looked at him. He said, "Go to the mike." She did. He said, "Now say Hello." She said, "Hello" like Galatea stepping off her pedestal. Then he said, "Now sing Outside." And she did. Brilliant. I don't care what anybody says: if it were just the songs, without a set, without the lights, without a band even, with just him on the 12-string guitar, it would be brilliant. Because, after all these years, it's the songs, words pouring from the brow of the Superbrain, that keep us coming back for more.
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