...with a grand piano in my living room.
Vegas didn't seem so much like Vegas this time around. I spent the bulk of my time in the hotel suite, recovering from stress/overwork/sleep dep/touch of a cold/caffeine withdrawal. Lots of sleep, Airborne, and books, along with a constant stream of healthy food that my parents kept feeding me, helped me feel human again by mid-week.
I did catch three shows with the family. La Rêve was pretty, more of a dance in water than a display of acrobatics. Ká is still my favorite Cirque, with its amazing stage, great plot-driven show, and constant changing settings for the ADD in me. I think everyone enjoyed it the most of the three.
And Love, despite all the glowing praise from friends and acquaintances who have seen it, completely met with my low expectations. I honestly think I would have enjoyed it for what it was had it not carried the Cirque du Soleil name. Still, if I enjoy the loudly played, pre-recorded music more than the actual show... maybe I was reminded too much of your standard goth/industrial "live" acts.
(But despite that, the crowd seemed to really enjoy it, and the combination of those two names is probably a hit in terms of ticket sales. So I'm resigned to further dilution of the Cirque name with Cirque: Satisfaction, Led Cirque: Stairway to Heaven, and Kiss Cirque: Rock and Roll All Night.
And no, it wasn't the worst Cirque ever; that distinction still goes to Zumanity.)
I did come out with a renewed reminder of what a good bassist Paul McCartney was, and what a creative drummer Ringo Starr could be when he wasn't forced to stay simple by a deluge of screaming. All You Need is Love starts off in 7/8 and goes to 4/4 for the chorus.
Besides that, I think I'm leaning towards Massive Attack meets David Gilmour as my musical direction du jour.