Despite this trend, reserved seating boasts at least a couple of checks in the pro column for old biddies like me:
- 1. We can easily avoid Bob Uecker syndrome (God I loved Major League and Mr. Belvedere) without arriving insanely early to compete with whippersnappers. This perk leaves plenty of time to enjoy tapas and sangria at Taberna del Alabardero (a surprisingly inexpensive MUST - yum yum yum delicioso!).
- 2. We can sit down for the show, saving all the usual concert bunion pain.
By the way, I give the actual show a thumbs up. Those tibia rockers really give the Japanese word for new a good name.
DCist, Candy Sandwich, Douglas Nelson, and Washington City Paper, have posted their takes as well.