I've been away from my computer since early this morning, but some friends called to tell me -- ironically, just as I was on my way to the show. I bought tickets before I heard, but it was right that I was there tonight. It was bittersweet, I guess, because we're in the final countdown, but if ever there were something perfect, it was tonight. Raúl got entrance applause longer than normal; it seemed to say, "we love you anyway." And then after Being Alive, it seemed like the applause would just be typical, until a few people stood up. Looking around the room was like watching a game of dominoes, and the audience gave him a good... probably two-minute standing ovation, in the middle of which he finally broke and cried. It was this beautiful act of protest, in a way, and to be in a room full of love like that is electrifying. In the midst of all of the online bitching and catfights, what happened at the Barrymore tonight was so perfect. I have never seen anything like it. I'll be at closing, and plan to make the best of the next few weeks. I'm going to miss it like hell.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 6/12/07 at 11:14 PM