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WIND BACK WEDNESDAY SAYS GOOD LAWD DON’T GO NEIL DIAMOND

January 23, 2018

It had to be, given he announced this week – not long before his latest tour of Australia was to kick off - that he would no longer perform live. Come on down Mr Neil Diamond, originally of Brooklyn, New York, and today turning 77.


In November WBW (READ IT AGAIN HERE) featured Diamond talking in 2010 about how little short of the final curtain would keep him from going back on stage as he had for 50 years. 

 

With a diagnosis of Parkinson’s finally undermining that work ethic, WBW dips in again with a review of the 2011 tour which followed: a night for glitter and gumption.

 

NEIL DIAMOND

Acer Arena, March 26

 

Neil Diamond in concert? Admit it, you’re wondering when it came - don't worry I was too – and the answer is 70 minutes into the show.

 

That’s when he called out ‘good lawd” as the Crunchy Granola Suite riff returned. That's when an already overexcited audience – women punching the air, men doing variations of the Dad Dance, hyperventilating middle-aged “youngsters” exhorting elderly parents sitting alongside them to get up and throw their hips out - kicked up a gear.

And yeah, it was fun. How could it not be, even if it's been happening like this since 1973 and the Greek Theatre.

 

Neil Diamond in concert? You get what you paid for in nearly two hours: big pop songs (Cracklin Rosie in the encore, the family singalong of Sweet Caroline done one and a half times, I'm A Believer done acoustic and slow, then rocky and fast); bigger a-tad-too-dramatic songs (I Am ... I Said to close the night, the treacly Love On The Rocks and the truly awful and irredeemable You Don't Bring Me Flowers); and biggest of all, cheese.

Veritable mountains of the stuff. From audience cheering competitions to earnest homilies; from band members in shirts last seen in a 1980s wedding band to some occasional mawkish delivery.

 

But that’s ok. Cheese, or if you prefer, old school showmanship, is what Diamond does and no one here came unprepared.

And unlike Al Green for example, Diamond earns the right to cheese it up. Works bloody hard for it. His voice is still strong and never shirks it by leaving it to the backing singers and his unflagging energy belies his age.

 

Plus you get the genius of Solitary Man and the undeniable fact that Cherry Cherry’s multi-part, multi-climactic, escalating folk soul excitement gave a certain B. Springsteen an idea or two.

Yeah, it would have been good to have had a mini bracket of solo acoustic songs from his two Rick Rubin-produced albums, but that was never going to happen for this audience, in this venue.

 

Sure it would have been preferable to have Kentucky Woman instead of a rather stiff cover of Bill Withers' Ain't No Sunshine. And, dear God, did I mention You Don't Bring Me Flowers?

 

But Neil Diamond in concert? That’s still some kind of show.

 

 

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