Vivo "Il Divo"!
February 19, 2006 - 03:28.
If it’s Saturday, and several hundred women are screaming “I love you” in the dark, it must be Il Divo at Northrop Auditorium. My friends and I attended their “world tour” concert tonight, and although we weren’t as vocal as some of the women (whose shrieks are still reverberating in my eardrums), we did enjoy the beltings and croonings of four very handsome men tonight.
Il Divo is a “popera” (pop-meets-opera) quartet straight from the pages of GQ: American tenor David Miller, Swiss tenor Urs Buhler, French pop singer Sebastien Izambard, and Spanish baritone Carlos Marin. They are the project of American Idol slam-judge Simon Cowell, who conducted an international search for guys who could carry a tune and make women swoon.
Our group of 10 women, along with more than 4,000 other Il Divo fans, were treated to the perfect panacea for below-zero weather. Appealing first to our nurturing instincts, the foursome opened with All By Myself, sung in Italian (or Spanish—we couldn’t tell, and who cares? Romance is romance.) An Italian rendition of Unchained Melody stripped away any shred of nonchalance (yes, a few of us may have screamed the “L” word here). And after a tender Mama (awwww, such nice boys!), came the final scheduled number to assure us that no one need be “all by myself anymore”: Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim’s hopeful Somewhere (There’s a Place for Us) from West Side Story.
A standing ovation produced an encore of three songs—part of the plan, obviously, as an explosion of red confetti waited until the last seconds of A Mi Manera (Frank Sinatra’s My Way) to burst forth from the stage.
Half of the fun was the production itself, which included an impressive light show and a live orchestra. I was thinking that if I designed the show, I’d create a runway extension of the stage, allowing the singers to get closer to the audience. (But lost seats equal lost revenue, so if I were the business manager, I suppose I’d say no.) Besides, the guys would have to learn to dance. They didn’t move much other than to stride back and forth, exchanging places and occasionally perching on the staging or on stools. Only David Miller, the American, filled motion voids with air guitar; the European men looked more at ease simply posing in their Guccis.
Overall, it was a great show, but I wouldn’t want to see it at Northrop again. A hockey game (40,000 people) and a basketball game (15,000 people) plus a monster truck rally at the Metrodome meant traffic jams every which way, and parking was a nightmare. You could stay home and buy the Il Divo CD, but as my friend Kathy remarked during the show, “They’re so much better live, don’t you think?!” ¡Si!
For more concert photos, click here.