at the US Bank Arena, or to me, what will always be Riverfront Colesium
This isn’t going to be a glowing review.
I’ve seen the Blue Man Group three times in Chicago. Each time was awesome. I gushed, and so did most of the folks I know that saw it.
I suppose this word-of-mouth fueled the Blue Man Productions to create their traveling How To Be a Megastar tour. A tour that preys upon those that think they’re going to get a (good) taste of that awesome experience.
Maybe it does achieve greatness, for the uninitiated – but for me it was a big, impersonal blight. I don’t need to look up at big projection TVs to feel like I am participating in a live event.
And though not their fault – it was also the most uncomfortable show I have ever seen. I refuse to sit on the “floor” again. Those metal fold-up chairs and lack of slope create a tension I don’t need in life.
It should be noted I also hate “waving my hands in the air like I just don’t care.”
I want to care.
Boo, blue men. Boo.