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But the real hoodwink turns out to be the balcony seats, which, at least for the Bonnie Raitt show, sold for the same price as lower-level seats.
It seems the theater's design includes a steep incline for the balcony level, and the seats there even the ones close to the front are much more like the nosebleed seats in a stadium than the theater balcony of, say, the Orpheum or the Gammage.
The acoustics were great, but seeing the talent? Forget it. Opera glasses or binoculars are required equipment.
Downstairs, broad aisles and wide rows mean little distraction when some (rude) patrons just have to get another latte or hit the head during the show.
Upstairs, long rows with little leg space mean everyone has to stand up when one bozo has to get out and then get back in.
The Spike can only assume that Raitt never visited the upper levels. She devoted a good bit of her concert patter to raving about how lucky Phoenix is to have such a wonderful theater.
And no wonder. The dressing room includes a washer and dryer. So she did some laundry before the show.
"I feel so much better," she said.
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