tiny voice calls out: "is it me for a moment?"

Outta-sight was THE WHO as they quietly stepped onto a darkened stage last night, spoke not a word, and then roared through a nonstop, 90-minute, masterful freak-out of rock to the delirious delight of 10,000 screaming hard rock fans. Quadrophenia, the absolute masterpiece second rock opera (after Tommy) by Pete, was played from beginning to end. It was juicy. We were all 18 again suddenly. We were all full of possibility. We hung on every lyric and every electric lick. Then when it ceased like a firework fading out in the dark sky but leaving a ghost trace, there was a little humorous conversation by Pete and Roger, some heartfelt love for Chicago, their "home away from home", some reminiscing about the last time they visited in the 90s, a nice touch of memory toward John and Keith, and then Pete said with a bit of a grin "okay now we'll play some more shit for you." Everyone screamed. They ripped into Who Are You, Pinball Wizard, Won't Get Fooled Again and then the finale, a mind-shattering Baba O'Riley that left the crowd delirious, joyous, stunned and awestruck. In the end after many bows from the group onstage, including Pete's younger brother Nigel who did a nice job on backing vocals, and along with Ringo's son (who's about 40), and who is a fantastic drummer (and looks eerily like Ringo), the members departed and left Roger to sing a quiet ending song that was about him and Pete and their roads traveled together. Pete strummed the acoustic guitar next to him, silently, they grinned like old friends, and then it was over; they simply blew kisses to the crowd and walked slowly off arms around each other, brothers in rock legend. It was a moment we gulped in from the audience. Sort of a stunning ending watching two buddies, compadres, and survivors of rock smile, wave and thank the crowd; and they lingered just a moment, as if they too, like the fans, didn't want to depart, didn't want the ebbing glowing magic to end. No worry. It lives on. So here is 'Can You See The Real Me', which kicked off the night. What a night. Rock on with this one dialed up, not to 11, but to infinity. Blow your speakers if you must, and you should. Go and see these guys before they are gone. You will feel happiness. You will feel joy. Words written here on the Milkshake do no justice. You have to see and hear them for yourselves. ROCK ON 4EVR!