Lenny Kravitz wsg/ Pink
(DTE Music Theatre, Clarkston, MI – July 23rd, ’02)
Having not gotten there in time to see Abandoned Pools play, I really can’t begin to comment on how they went down with this weirdly wonderful Lenny crowd. Surfice to say though that there weren’t any arrests prior to Pink’s arrival on stage !
As Pink strutted her way out onto the already musically in full swing stage, the quickly assembling crowd baying for their bubblegum-pop princess, her facial expression was beyond non-perplexed and also extremely bored ! Not even able to crack a smile to the waving, name-chanting hordes, she brought vocals to the guitar licks of ’Most Girls’ in much the same vein as a wannabe would do their best at a local bar’s karaoke contest ! Even when the tempo was upped for the vibrant early showstopper ’Get The Party Started’ Pink’s enthusiasm was sadly, and noticeably lacking from the moment. Indeed, it wasn't until the middle of the third song, ’Mizzundaztood’ that she finally began to warm up to the task at hand.
Looking undeniably cute wearing a figure-hugging tight white top with loose blue pants; her red g-string underwear continually joining the party view-wise, Pink was now more into the performer participation side of things as she ran through tracks like ’18 Wheeler,’ ‘Family Portrait,’ ‘There You Go’ and a stunning cover of ’Give A Little Piece of Your Heart’.
Bringing the one-woman show to an unwanted end with a rousing sing-a-long version of ’Don’t Let Me Get Me’, Pink’s face was both radiant and joyfully truthful about the time she had just spent on stage. Smiling, blowing kisses to the audience and even shaking the hands of the lucky few at the front, she eventually strolled off stage to loud applause, vowing to be back to the Detroit area soon.
Lenny Kravitz, on the other hand, is a whole different ball of musical wax ! Having threatened to call this show off at the last minute due to his previous weekend’s illness (that had already forced him to cancel three shows prior to tonight), it wasn’t until a later-than-advertised 9.30pm that the huge black curtain was lifted. As four enormous air gun machines blew mass amounts of shredded paper high into the air, the stage lights quickly burned bright and there was Lenny and his three crew already in full noise-making swing !
Opening with the cranked-up-to-eleven ’Bank Robber Man’ from Lenny, the scene was quickly set for an evening of high octane guitar work and vocals that could stun a bull at ten paces ! As the stage lights constantly flickered from pale red to deep red, Lenny continued onwards with a parade of album cuts, including the equally infectious ’Rock And Roll Is Dead’.
Taking the time out to constantly yell out to the huge, overflowing legion of fans that strained forward for the chance to just get an inch closer to their hero the one word ‘Detroit,’ it was clear that the master knew exactly where he was for the night. Taking both handshakes and roses from the front row like they were going out of fashion, not to mention allowing some lucky people the opportunity to strum his guitar quickly, Lenny was obviously feeling a lot better about both himself and his tour.
Culling again from the latest album , we got the hit single ’Dig In’ and the album track ’Believe In Me’ before playing his latest single, the electronic-influenced ’If I Could Fall In Love’. ’Let Love Rule’ came through the gates next followed down the line by tracks like ’Always On The Run,’ ‘Mr. Cab Driver' and the wonderful ’Believe’. As the show came towards it’s finale, we got treated to a simply rousing rendition of ’American Woman’ which was followed by ’Fly Away’ which brought the set to a close.
Coming back out to simply a tirade of screams and chants, Lenny then took the time to tell everyone that he knew that ‘Detroit rocks’ and that he was gonna ‘play to the bitter end’ for the mass. That said he immediately cranked off ’Again’ and once back from his second encore, brought forth the true finale showstopper tune, ‘Are You Gonna Go My Way.’
Review and Photograph by Russell A. Trunk