You can't fake the sort of fun Bob Seger has while performing live. Prancing around the stage in between sips of canned beer with his arms pumping in unison, Seger spent most of last night's two-set, two-encore Key Arena concert looking like Napoleon Dynamite, with a headband preventing perspiration from dotting his nerdy wire-rimmed glasses. Only one other veteran rocker seems to have as big a blast onstage, and that's the other BS: Springsteen.
Seger -- not to be confused with my brother's drummer, Rob Seger -- played all his hits, save for "Still the Same," "You'll Accompany Me," and "We Got Tonight" (I left after the second encore and didn't hear a roar for a third. If I'm wrong here and these songs actually got played, please correct me), reminding the surprisingly diverse (age-wise, that is) audience that his career has spanned parts of five decades by playing a smattering of boogy-woogy 50's tunes. His band also features the world's largest saxophone, which was put to glorious use on "Mainstreet."
Interspersed amidst the sing-alongs were about a half-dozen tracks off his new album, which, thankfully, sounded better live. Seger never played more than two of these songs in a row, and typically only played one at a time, sandwiched between more recognizable tunes. This is how it shold be: There's nothing worse than a dinosaur act saying, "Now I'm gonna play some songs off my new album," then launching into a six-song mini-set that sends fans racing for the beer cart.
Speaking of beer, Key Arena concessionaires stopped serving before intermission (a quickie; Seger said, "We'll be back in eight minutes," and kept his word), and attendees couldn't bring their beers to their seats. To my knowledge, no other major American city outside of the great Salt Lake has more draconian rules concerning public liquor consumption than we do. It's pure crap, and was borderline blasphemous at a show put on by one of rock's great beer drinkers.