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Ghosts of Christmas Eve Winter Tour 2016.
Evening Show, SNHU Arena, November 26, 2016.
I wasn’t where I’ve grown accustomed to, but I was there On stage these pros all showed up, but do they really care As usual I polled those around me, some had, others new I smiled and waited, hoping they’d engage and feel it too Before the lights went dark I thought of my TSO friends, And I wondered who was here, where all that ails, mends I thought of moments passed and ones I may have missed I pondered on how these people remember their set lists From one note to the next I can be lost, completely Taken on a journey that caresses the senses sweetly Light from the arena vanishes and the crowd is heard Anticipation just like show one, even on my 23rd Then there’s the production, the stirring voice of Bryan His stories invoke emotion and tears without trying Somewhere between shadows and the light sings Dustin Change happens, I learned a while back, these I trust in And what Trans-Siberian stage would be complete Without the sounds and antics from the one David Z Oh how I have enjoyed the voice and presence of Rob Evan A voice sent to us, a gift rarely heard this side of heaven Sir Russell Allen and Autumn on the same song, what a blend The Three Kings & I, with a little bit of Kashmir at the end Like a flash Roddy Chong is here, there, and everywhere Smiling all the while playing precious notes that fill the air The lights are amazing and the fire I feel from end to end Georgia and Natalya, their aura and vocals transcend Music Box Blues, and the this new take from Lisa Lavie Don’t stop singing Lisa, can I hear more please? Oui Oui! The snow comes down, we hope it heals our imperfect scars Time, moving in a straight line, Robin leaves his mark, sparks Then, this song when all other sound in the room just leaves Someday I hope she will sing it twice, please Ms. Reeves The constant, the ever present, but often times hard to see Jeff Plate, the heartbeat of thunder, play a solo just for me On keyboards, Ms. Kim and the incomparable Mr. Wieland Playing perfection, together, though each on an island My ears tell me, look at the frantic pace, but a smile on his face Nothing missed, the sound I know, Joel shreds it with grace For you newcomers, yes, this orchestra plays and sings They even use local players each show to help on the strings Paul didn’t play this show, but when arena doors open His presence is felt and broken pieces feel whole again Back to the Palace it began for me, I first saw Chris Caffery He can sing, he can play, and leads the ceremony of mastery The seats are empty, the stage coming down, and the lights are low Why are fans still upstairs, the show ended more than an hour ago See there’s a bunch of tables all set in a row, the band sitting there The fans line up just to meet their heroes and friends, TSO cares
There’s a certain part of me that I hope never goes away. As a matter of fact, I wish it would continue to grow so that I may more effectively share it with others for the remainder of my days. I am talking about the feeling of Christmas morning, the appreciation of the season, the reason for Christmas, and my love for the old Christmas carols. Yes, even in my 40’s I still get excited about Christmas, excited about the season, about the old, and about the new. It’s a wonderful time of the year, and if I never got another physical present for Christmas, I’d still be happy and blessed if I could just experience the songs, the sounds, the gathering of loved ones, and of course my yearly visit with my old friends of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Continue reading