Roger Daltrey

Sat, 17 September 2011:

Boston, MA, Agganis Arena


It's A Boy
Amazing Journey
Eyesight To The Blind
Cousin Kevin
The Acid Queen
Fiddle About
Pinball Wizard
There's A Doctor
Go To The Mirror
Tommy Can You Hear Me
Smash The Mirror
I'm Free
Miracle Cure
Sally Simpson
Tommy's Holiday Camp
We're Not Gonna Take It
I Can See For Miles
Behind Blue Eyes
Gimme A Stone
Days Of Light
Going Mobile
Pictures Of Lily
Giving It All Away
Johnny Cash Medley
Who Are You
My Generation
Young Man Blues
Baba O'Riley
Without Your Love
Blue Red And Grey



Phenomenal. Sublime. Joyous.

This show is in top form, well-oiled, like it's been around for over four decades.
First, Roger. He is not 67 on that stage. He is 16. First of all, he performed for over 2 hours with no break in the action at all. The chit chat was mostly stalling to change over and check instruments (though much of this happened mid-songs--my hat's off to all the crew on that; they are truly slick). His smile never waned--it was always underneath and radiated even during the serious songs. Roger is so at ease with this show, his band, and us, that, at the beginning of Uncle Ernie, he wagged his behind in time to the sinister music with a Cheshire smile as he hung down low on the mic and stand awaiting his cue. He then used that resonant baritone voice of his and portrayed the sinister uncle, sending a shiver down into my shoes. I picked out this song to detail as, to me, it is the toughest to listen to (and I don't listen to the album) with its subject matter, but, here, Roger turns the uncle into his puppet where he prances in front of us to remind us the darkness out there so we don't turn deaf, dumb and blind to it. Cousin Kevin had a similar effect--with its sweeping, swirling, dark harmonies.

Second, Roger. His voice is in fine form (and that fine is said in the drawn out fashion to mean--mmmmmm, yummy). He sings with absolutely no inhibitions and with that reckless abandon I've come to know and get excited about (and a little concerned--on the edge of oblivion--but the doctor was in the house--more on that below). He takes more liberties with where he goes in the songs--flowing with the emotion he's in and with the feed he's getting from the band and the audience. Giving it All Away stood out to me as I've never heard it live, and he dug into the depths of that song and made it enter each of us. Really, he does this with all of the songs. With the audience, he is connected, embracing, and playful. Roger is a consummate, professional, joyful performer.

Third, the band. This is the band for Roger Daltrey "solo"--although I don't feel I can call him solo, really, because this band is perfectly tailored to him. They're in this for Roger, for each other, for the audience, and, of course, the music. They're on cue, can hold cues (for water bottle malfunctions--poor Simon), and they simply knock your socks off! Each in his turn had a solo moment, but even then I got the feeling that they weren't playing that moment to show themselves off, they were showcasing a moment in the music that gripped them and wouldn't let go until they exorcised it out, handing it over to us, and leaving it in our chests to be processed as we live our lives from that moment forward.

Fourth, the audience. Roger's "voice doctor" came to the show as his guest--and certainly received quite the treat. The rest: a Wholigan audience. Singing along at the tops of our lungs and not missing a beat (a bit ahead of the beat at times--but all of it from being swept up in the moment and not realizing we were out ahead of the 10 wave). There were some seats here and there, but from what I could say, mostly a full house. The front row stretched the entire length without a break, so I'm assuming everyone who had the M&G was sitting there--at least I hope they were; they deserved it for the prices they all paid. Once the show began, people from farther back moved forward we had the lump. Gotta say, my guaranteed 3rd row (my ticket) was key. As you'll see in my photobucket album, I'm a bit shortish and I did a bit of the bob and weave to see, but, in all, good folks around. One of the guys who had sneaked up the aisle, saw that I was taking photos and got in the way--looking into my camera--as a joke. My face said it all and he sheepishly apologized (and gave me Simon's guitar pick later on--made in the USA; props to Simon). Fortunately, there were other shots to get--not too many as there were other heads in the way, but that's a result of my shortishness. One real problem, I was surrounded by guys which truly put me in a difficult spot with the Johnny Cash Medley--I couldn't hear any of the other girls and, when I finally could hear them (they were turned up), I was a bit ahead of them. I slowed a bit for the end and then had no trouble singing with the guys.

This is a show to be experienced! I'm still processing everything and can't wait to relive and process more with the download.

Line Up

Attendance & Support

Support Act: Paul Freeman

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Roger Daltrey in Boston, MA