I've had a thing for Rick Springfield since I was in the 5th grade. My sister and I played his Living in Oz cassette until the tape snapped and we'd drool over him on General Hospital. We thought his movie debut performance in Hard To Hold was nothing short of Oscar-worthy. I've seen that movie recently and sadly, they should've called it "Hard to Follow" and the only thing Oscar-worthy in it is his bare ass.Tarah and my friends Melody and Melissa share the same obsession, so when we heard he was coming to the Emerald Queen Casino in Tacoma, we pounced on tickets.
All of us, except Melissa have seen him before. He really does put on a great show. He interacts with the audience and he's still quite hot for a man in his fifties, so we were really excited when Melody scored 2nd row seats. That excitement soon turned to despair, then downright disappointment. First off, he made all his bigger hits into one medley. Second, his bluesy guitar solos were long-winded and while he is a good guitar player, we were there to hear "Human Touch" "Love Somebody" and "Don't Talk To Strangers." But what chapped my hide most was the Ricker didn't pay any attention to the left-hand side of the audience, where we were. He rarely even looked our way. The right side of the audience got to feel him up and sing along with him. We felt dissed!
So Rick, if you're reading this, please understand that audiences are like a pair of breasts. If you're gonna pay attention to right, you've got to give the left equal time. It's only fair!
