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In Seventies Heaven
In Seventies Heaven
By Valeri DeCastris, Music Critic
Having thoroughly enjoyed Darryl Hall and John Oates at the Coronado Theatre last year, I couldnt pass up the $20 concert ad that beckoned me from the Chicago Reader. Hall and Oates with special guest Todd Rundgren. Could it get any better than the special blend of white funk and soulful pop Id witnessed here in Rockford? Did I die and go to Seventies Heaven? Lets go again! Driving to the historic Chicago Theater, I thought of how much easier it was for me to drive five minutes from my Rockford home near Marias Café to our wonder theater, the Coronado. Not to mention my bargain $11 parking fee at a Chicago garage! But its the big concrete city after all, and one must pay to play. The $2 theater restoration fee included in the ticket prices is a great idea.
Todd Rundgren began a masterful set, playing a mix of old and new. I was delighted to notice that the Chicago Theaters venue allows people to move about to vacant seats, and there are tables and spaces with lots of dancing and elbow room. Another delight-the ushers allow you to dance in the aisles at this beautiful theater. After a short intermission, Hall and Oates exploded into the second half of the show.
John Oates introduced his new funk solo album. Then came the finaletheir one-half hour encore joined by Todd Rundgren. The encore began with Rundgrens signature Cant We Still Be Friends? and Hall and Oates added their flair to this classic song. The crowd went berserk, and the band couldnt hide its appreciation. The last song, Sly and the Family Stones Hot Fun in the Summertime, was pure magic.
We again ventured into the Chicago Theater on a cold blustery Valentines Day weekend for another bargain showThe Pretenders for $30my treat to my husband David. Somehow, I missed seeing this goddess of rock heretofore. Chrissie Hynde was pure unapologetic punkrough and tumble, in-your-face rock n roll and a full two hours of it. Minus makeup and pretenses, wearing safety pins (remember that kick?) and delivering anti-war messages, Chrissie spewed expletives, explosive guitar riffs and harmonica solos with abandon. Four encores later, David remarked that she hadnt changed a bit in 25 yearsso refreshing in this slick, packaged age of lip-synching, bare midriff, blonde lightweights. Tough rock persona aside, her favorite non-profit, PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, figured predominantly in the lobby with a table of literature. She served time in jail in New York for her support of animal rights.
Kudos to Chicago for recognizing the architectural merit of the Chicago Theater. The theater will require quite a bit of renovation to return to its historic grandeur. However, our very own Coronado Theatre beats the Chicago Theater hands down! Its bigger, even more elegant and ornate, and it has the twinkling stars and a classic organ. We have every reason to be proud of it and every reason for the people of Chicago to venture this way up the Kennedy Expressway to take in its concerts and productions.
Valeri DeCastris is an environmental scientist, activist and a member of the Rockford Jazz Society and other Rockford-area civic organizations.