Their last show was called An Evening You Will Forget for the Rest of Your Life. I didn't realise they intended this as an instruction because the new show is the same as the old one, albeit with a slightly amended script. The material has been updated to include local and contemporary references (Paisley gets a mention tonight), cutting out the more America-centric ones but, essentially, this is the Netflix special, extended edition.
The Hydro was far from a sellout with the upper level curtained off along with large chunks of the middle tier. This meant that the sound echoed in the empty space when it wasn't being drowned out by laughter. We had front row seats with an awkward viewing angle at the far left of the stage. From here, we could see their auto prompts and couldn't help but notice how often they regularly referred to them. Still as 74 and 69 respectively, you can forgive them for needing assistance with the lines.
I didn't care. This was Steve Martin, my comedy hero, live. The jokes are still funny third time around because both performers know how to sell them. Steve has comedic precision and Marty gives everything his trademark showbiz gusto. It was exciting to be there, to laugh along with the audience and to pick up on the fluffs and the one duffer that didn't travel well. I totally bottled the opportunity to go onto the stage to perform as one of the local Three Amigos, keeping my eyes down when Mike Farrell, sitting in for Jeff Bibko, came down searching the audience for volunteers.
I was only disappointed by the merch on sale. I'd brought extra cash to buy a memento but it was all really poor: a white mug with an orange outline of their faces, a tote bag with the same image, a CD and a couple of generic tour posters. They all looked cheap and amateur. Not worth buying.
Instead, I have my memories and a slight crick of the neck from twisting my head to the right all night. But it was worth it.
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