A while back, my daughter invited me to see Barbra Streisand perform at the Staples Center here in Los Angeles. Of course, I said YES! Emphatically YES! Her company, an investment capital firm, has a VIP box there and they frequently see basketball games, concerts, and other fun stuff. My son, other relatives, and friends of hers have been up there for events, but this was my first time and the perfect show.
I left the San Fernando Valley at 4 pm to be at my daughter’s house in Brentwood by 5:30, not an ideal time to be in traffic in Los Angeles. Somehow, I managed to get there early. Then, my daughter and I took off and plowed our way down the 10 freeway to DTLA. We finally arrived at 6:30.
She parked in a cheap lot next to the freeway entrance, which meant we had to walk a long way to the VIP gate. It was a smart move. though. We didn’t have to maneuver out of the parking structure at the end of the show and got right on the freeway. Plus, it was only $10 instead of $20 or $25.
I got my cardio in for sure and had no idea my daughter could walk so fast. We wanted to get to the suite as soon as possible so we could snag seats. When we got to the gate we saw that the line was held up and everyone was lining up to enter. A sign on the door read: “no cameras are allowed inside at the request of the artist.” Whoops! Being a good blogger, my camera was tucked inside my purse and we had to go through security to get in.
I was sweating as we approached the gate. Of course, they found my camera and asked if I could run it back in my car. I mustered up my 62-year-old face and said, “The car is REALLY far away and I promise I won’t use it inside.” The guy at the gate was about to argue but then his supervisor stepped in and scanned my ticket to capture my info in case I disobediently took my camera out of my purse. Phewww! I swear I left it in there the whole time!
We raced through the halls, up escalators, and even convinced a guard to let us through a closed door to make it up to the suite. When we reached our floor, the door to enter the hall was locked and we had to knock. Luckily, the guard who opened it was sympathetic. We walked into the VIP suite and were the first to arrive. Everyone else had been herded into a holding area. We quickly grabbed the BEST seats directly across from the stage.
The bartender served us a glass of wine, and we ate a plate of goodies from the buffet. Just as we were finishing it off, everyone else walked in. The people who work at my daughter’s company are mostly young and had also brought their moms.
That evening I was startled to learn my daughter had never heard ANY of the songs Streisand sang before. Not one! Not “People,” “The Way We Were,” NADA. It made me feel like a failure as a mother. I realized that Millennials, unless they were brought up in a theater troupe, barely even know who she is. I was a theater major myself. Sheesh.
Nevertheless, the evening was spectacular and my daughter was impressed. Streisand’s voice was in stellar form. I had seen her in concert a few years back at the Hollywood Bowl on a cold night in November and she was freezing her butt off. She wore a long faux fur coat just to keep from shivering. The concert at the Staples Center was far and above superior.
She’s been working on an album of duets featuring an array of stars including Ann Hathaway, Melissa McCarthy, and Hugh Jackman. That evening, Seth McFarlane and Jamie Fox showed up to sing with her. Seth has a gorgeous voice. They sang “Pure Imagination” together. Oh MY! What a hunk! It was beautiful.
But, oh my GOSH, Jamie Fox brought the house down singing “Climb Every Mountain” in duet with her. He is insanely talented and everyone was practically on their knees bowing down afterward. What a dynamo! Who knew? Streisand we know is talented beyond belief, so I don’t even have to go there.
She has never shied away from being political. We all know that and because the concert was just a week after the close of the DNC, she was armed with ammunition. The Trumpet was not to be spared. Not even one little bit.
I tried to restrain myself from applauding wildly when she made fun of him because I knew most of my daughter’s colleagues were staunch Republicans. But let’s face it, it isn’t a matter of Democrat vs Republican anymore. The man is a lunatic and needs to be taken away by men in white suits. The kids can run the empire, probably much better than he ever did anyway.
The mom next to me had flown in from Vegas to see the show with her son. She stood up and cheered wildly every time Streisand Trumped the Trump. I was secretly cheering but didn’t want to embarrass my daughter. I couldn’t help myself. I’d just spent weeks ranting and raving on Facebook and Twitter, which is not typical behavior for me. I even left long text messages for my military son trying to convince him the man was going to send him into a mushroom cloud. Normally, I never delve into politics. Life is too short.
The show went on to almost 11 pm. I was impressed that at 74-years-young, she could not only belt out numbers the way she always could but also get through long sets without missing a note. Okay, there was this weird “mentalist” who came on with an act to provide her with some breathing time. We didn’t want her to fall over in a faint. But, she showed enormous stamina. I’m sure everyone agrees she’s a national treasure.
I refrained from using my camera but did take a shot of my daughter and myself in the VIP lounge using my phone BEFORE the show started. I didn’t want to end up in the Staples Center brig and banned for life.
If you can catch Barbra Streisand on tour, don’t miss it. I hope it will be televised somewhere. And make sure your Millennials listen to her music. They need to hear her sing and know who she is.