As I reported for sister-blog Remote Access late last night, Elliott Yamin — the super-likable “American Idol” underdog alumnus — will be headlining a concert at Playland in Rye tomorrow night.
Perhaps Yamin, who finished third ahead of superstar Chris Daughtry and just behind winner Taylor Hicks and runner-up Katharine McPhee, is headed to the Lower Hudson Valley in attempt to outdo Hicks’ riveting promo for Remote Access.
Sadly, I will not be in attendance for Yamin’s performance, as I will be screaming and singing my face off at another concert venue — Madison Square Garden — for what will (allegedly) be the final concert ever for my favorite band, The Police. (Note to self: Bookmark this post for June 2010, when I’ll be blogging about the group’s final FINAL reunion tour.)
Last summer, I caught The Police’s first Madison Square Garden show in 25 years. Worth the wait, it was without question one of the best concerts I’d ever seen. Picking favorites from their library of songs is like picking from my children (hopefully nonexistent at this point), so whatever set list they bust out will be perfectly fine by me.
Sting, Stewart Copeland and Andy Summers have no slouch of an opening act, either, in The B-52s, who once lived in Mahopac.
Much like The Police, The B-52s were one of the first bands I ever got into. While most people know them for “Rock Lobster,” “Love Shack” and “Roam,” I was equally familiar with deeper album cuts like “Planet Claire,” “Private Idaho,” “Lava,” “Song for a Future Generation,” “Legal Tender,” “Channel Z” and “Good Stuff.” I lost track of them shortly after the “Good Stuff” album came out in the early ’90s, but have always appreciated their musicianship and quest to live up to their billing as the “World’s Greatest Party Band.”
Check back in Friday for a full report on both bands’ performances.