I saw José Feliciano play “Come On Baby Light My Fire” and a bunch of other covers at the cavernous, acoustically dreadful Phoenix Memorial Coliseum. ![]() I attended my first concert with my family as a 12-year-old, at the Arizona State Fair in the early 1970s. It’s not that the performances become less enjoyable, it’s just that after seeing so many shows - almost all of them with the same classic, static format of the performers standing on stage while the audience sits and applauds politely at a distance - you lose the ability to recall the raw excitement of your first concert, when it was all so new, transcendent and mind-blowing. ![]() ![]() One of the downsides of being a music reviewer is that after attending two or three concerts a week for months on end, you can get a bit jaded about each new show.
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