Originally posted on Theatre Therapy:
I have been trying to write this post for almost a week now, and I’ve decided I’m not going to blog the shows. What I experienced over those four days at The Hippodrome simply cannot be put into words – the thing about Scott Alan’s music is that it is subjective. Every person in that room connected to different songs for different reasons and, while I could reduce the concerts to a clinical list of performers and the songs they sang, that would be a gross injustice.
Every performer put their heart and soul into their song and many were reduced to tears. There was a point in the third show where Scott asked everyone to put down their cameras and recording devices and just experience the moment, and that is what I’m doing now. What I experienced over those four days was cathartic and magical and private, and if…
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