by mapache61 on 14 Aug 2009, 23:01
Review: Diana Does Vegas
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the DK fever began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive…” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the highway was full of huge SUVs, all swooping and cutting us off and speeding past the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! These goddamn SUVs think they own the road!”
It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted and enjoying Diana at the Pearl Theater. We had no mescaline, blotter acid, salt-shakers full of cocaine or raw ether. But we did have a CD case full of Diana discs and a gallon of gin in the trunk, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
We pulled up to the fabulous Gold Coast Casino Hotel around mid-afternoon, checked in to our plush 9th floor room and gambled for a few hours. Later, and a few bucks richer, we walked across the street to the hipper-than-thou Palms, favored hangout of micro-mini-skirted tabloid queens and hipster dorks with strategically mussed hair.
We’d been on the liquid “Leaving Las Vegas” diet for a few hours, and didn’t have much of an appetite, but figured we’d better eat. We settled on Gardunos, the Vegas outpost of the famous Albuquerque, New Mexico restaurant. Food was good (though the sopaipillas were a joke), prices were reasonable and service was quick.
Off to the show. Our seats were third row on the piano side of the stage. As I feared, the Pearl’s floor is level, and the stage a bit too high for seats this close. Yoshi’s, this ain’t. The piano obstructed our view of Hamilton and Hurst completely. But what the hell, there were two big video screens on either side of the stage. Plus, I figured I’d get to watch Diana’s face while she’s singing, which I almost never do because I always seem to be sitting on Anthony’s side – which is where I’d be in San Diego two nights later.
Diana hits the stage wearing a black top, puffy black chiffon skirt and SEXY hot pink heels. She looks stunning, but baby, I can’t take my eyes off those pink pumps. They’re positively hypnotic.
The music? Oh yeah. The band launches into the standard opener, “I Love Being Here With You”, and man does it swing. Diana’s fingers fly up and down the keyboard, and I’ve got a dead-ahead view of those pink pumps workin’ the pedals. I also have the main stage speakers just to the right of me, which means the sound is nice, loud and crisp. So often, I find the volume is way too low and muddy at mid-to-large venues (I’m looking at you Hollywood Bowl).
“ Let’s Fall In Love” is next. Loose vocals, funky piano (love those high-note flourishes in the middle section), groovy Anthony guitar solo. I’m a fan of the “So Nice” album version. It’s even better live. The vocals, less breathy. The piano, a bit looser.
Diana says it's good to be back in Vegas, and mentions she’d taken the twins down to the pool that afternoon and they’d filmed their first music video, which got a good audience laugh. Then she said “I always think of Frank Sinatra when I come here”, and eased into a gorgeous “The Night We Called It A Day.” We got more wonderful piano, which actually took a backseat to the soulful vocals on this number. At this point, I’m loving the view of Diana tilting her head back, staring off into the stage lights and singing: “I hadn’t the heaaaart left to praay…”. Beautiful.
I’m despising the view during a swingin’ “Deed I Do”, which features plenty of fantastic Hamilton and Hurst soloing. Since my view of them is obstructed by the Steinway, I’m forced to watch the video screens. Note: A reviewer in another thread said the video director was off when it came to the band solos. I didn’t notice that. Ok, maybe a few seconds lag time. But come on, this is jazz. Not American Idol. If the video was spot-on synched with the solos, I’d be worried.
Walk On By. I’m not the biggest fan of this song, but it really shines here in Vegas. I’m ready to jump out of my skin on the “Make me cry!” line. Unexpectedly, this is the highlight of the night for me.
That rotten old gin and the beer guzzled at the restaurant have caught up to me, and I reluctantly run for the bathroom. I miss half of “Jockey Full of Bourbon”, a fun tune that I would hear in its entirety a few nights later in San Diego.
Jazzdkfan says “Body and Soul” was next, and I’m almost positive it was. At this point, I’m trying to get re-settled with two glasses of champagne, and whipping out my paper and pen is the last thing on my mind. If anyone has ever tried to keep track of the set, you know it’s extremely difficult.
Diana speaks lovingly of Jimmy Rowles, and then “Frim Fram Sauce” kicks the proceedings into swing mode again. I’m instantly transported back to the old DK days -- circa 1999. Very nice stuff from Hurst here. Also, Anthony’s subtle/dazzling playing on this is always an underrated treat.
In my book, Gee Baby is the second highlight of the evening. Damn, is there a better song than this? Not at this particular moment. The band does their thing. Diana does hers. The audience is putty in their hands.
“I’m Walkin” rounds out the main set. I always seem to hear this number. And I’m not complaining. The band really seems to enjoy playing it, but I was hoping for Cheek To Cheek, which again, I would hear in San Diego.
The encore is surprisingly subdued. “Where or When” is short, but Diana’s vocals here are stellar. And a sublime “Quiet Nights” (far superior to the album version) ends the night on a hushed note. And then, just like that, they’re gone baby, gone.
A savage journey to the heart of the American jazz dream? Not quite savage. But definitely a dream.