Moran Theater - Jacksonville, Florida (USA) - October 8th, 2004
Review by Brett (Spike1818)
My mother and I set trek on Friday around noon up to Jacksonville. I had three classes on Friday and paid no attention to my professors, only to my handy dandy watch. When it struck noon, I flew out of there like a bat out of hell.
However, throughout her set a couple came down and sat in those seats that were on eBay, I knew they did not have tickets for those seats and the guy was over six feet tall and sitting right in front of me which pissed me off, so I switched seats with my mother so I could actually see passed his balding head. He kept leaning over to talk to his wife which blocked my mother from seeing anything two inches in front of her so she said something and they turned and faced the stage and watched the rest of her set. After every song he was about the only one to stand up, put his hands in the air and clap as if we were supposed to follow his lead. He was an annoying nerd. I liked his Pretenders: Last of the Independents shirt he had on though. I kept looking at it when everyone was clapping and couldn’t make out the signature on it, but when the lights went on I saw Chrissie Hynde had signed his shirt and thought… “I can’t hate him that much now.” Ha, what a joke.
Bonnie came out again and joined Sheryl for “Home.” She subbed for Peter as she played the electric guitar part and almost out did him with the guitar solo. She was awesome! That deserved a standing ovation. “All I Wanna Do” followed.
I waited around with everyone else and felt a tap on my back, it was Linda! I’m glad you were able to find me. She was in a taxi going around the venue and spotted me and got out. We caught up from the last time we saw each other which was in NYC and talked about meeting Sheryl there and how I was in shock. The other people standing around joined in and talked about the other shows going on around the state tonight and who else they’ve seen this summer and we shared our stories about seeing Sarah in July and Sheryl all these other times. Tim came outside and smoked a cigarette and talked to one of the roadies for a bit and I was hesitant at first but decided to go up to him and ask for a signature on my ticket stub. I waited for him to stop talking before I asked “Could you sign this?” He seemed a bit perturbed I somewhat interrupted him so said it was too bad there wouldn’t be the chat on Saturday and that seemed to lighten him up a bit and he said “Yeah, I don’t know what was up with that but I have a Mac.” “Well hopefully another time! Thanks!” So I walked back and others walked up asking me “Who is that?”