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Sinead in Israel '95
Done by Orit Shacham (This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.)
1st Encore: Raglan Road The Harder They Come
2nd Encore: Dream a Little Dream of Me Sinead was in good voice, and the band she has with her (which she unfortunately never introduced) is good. The band includes two women: a bass player and a piano/keyboard/accordion player, both of whom sang backup; and three men: guitar, drums, and another keyboardist. The show was good, but I can't help feeling something was missing, some sort of a "live" feel. Maybe it was because most of the songs were performed pretty much the same as on the album. Usually there was only a tiny bit added at the end. Or maybe it was because Sinead didn't try to talk to us. Except for "thank you" and a curtsy after each song, she said very little. And what she did say sounded very strange - I've heard her on interviews, and what I heard tonight was neither her normal voice nor her usual accent. Maybe she was trying to compensate for our not being an English-speaking audience? But probably the lack of "live" feeling came from the audience. All 5000 or so of us remained seated during the entire show. And didn't sing along with Sinead, or even clap in time with the songs, except rarely. (Notable exception: "Red Football" got emphatic clapping). Not that the audience didn't enjoy the show: there was thunderous applause at the beginning of every song (as people identified it), and at the end of each. And we kept up the applause after the show until the house lights went up and we saw Sinead's limo pull out the back. But, somehow, the architecture of the Roman Theatre prevented dancing, and something in the air inhibited singing. (I can tell you why _I_ didn't sing: I could hear myself. The loudspeakers weren't loud enough to drown everything else out. The rest of the audience wasn't singing, so my voice wouldn't be lost there, either. And if I could hear myself, so could my neighbors - who paid to hear Sinead, not me. So I didn't want to spoil their enjoyment). Long story short: It was a very good show, technically, and I would probably have enjoyed it more on video in my own home.
Report: Sinead in Israel 14.06.95
Just got back from Sinead's first concert in Israel, at the Roman Theatre in Caesarea. The concert lasted about 80 minutes, and the songs were: Emperor's New Clothes Famine You Made Me the Thief of Your Heart John I Love You Red Football All Apologies A Perfect Indian All Babies Thank You For Hearing Me The Last Day of Our Acquaintance I Am Stretched on Your Grave In This Heart Fire on Babylon
1st Encore: Raglan Road The Harder They Come
2nd Encore: Dream a Little Dream of Me Sinead was in good voice, and the band she has with her (which she unfortunately never introduced) is good. The band includes two women: a bass player and a piano/keyboard/accordion player, both of whom sang backup; and three men: guitar, drums, and another keyboardist. The show was good, but I can't help feeling something was missing, some sort of a "live" feel. Maybe it was because most of the songs were performed pretty much the same as on the album. Usually there was only a tiny bit added at the end. Or maybe it was because Sinead didn't try to talk to us. Except for "thank you" and a curtsy after each song, she said very little. And what she did say sounded very strange - I've heard her on interviews, and what I heard tonight was neither her normal voice nor her usual accent. Maybe she was trying to compensate for our not being an English-speaking audience? But probably the lack of "live" feeling came from the audience. All 5000 or so of us remained seated during the entire show. And didn't sing along with Sinead, or even clap in time with the songs, except rarely. (Notable exception: "Red Football" got emphatic clapping). Not that the audience didn't enjoy the show: there was thunderous applause at the beginning of every song (as people identified it), and at the end of each. And we kept up the applause after the show until the house lights went up and we saw Sinead's limo pull out the back. But, somehow, the architecture of the Roman Theatre prevented dancing, and something in the air inhibited singing. (I can tell you why _I_ didn't sing: I could hear myself. The loudspeakers weren't loud enough to drown everything else out. The rest of the audience wasn't singing, so my voice wouldn't be lost there, either. And if I could hear myself, so could my neighbors - who paid to hear Sinead, not me. So I didn't want to spoil their enjoyment). Long story short: It was a very good show, technically, and I would probably have enjoyed it more on video in my own home.
Orit