What a production! I was told that the center usually seats several thousand more, but because of her stage, the audience was restricted to 7600. It was quite obvious - the whole rear third was cut off. Joe Cocker's hour was real Joe Cocker, down and dirty. He had a fantastic keyboardist -Chris something. My only complaint is that it was so loud that you simply could not hear the words - that's not unusual with him but it was worse than usual. He did my favorite song of his, "You Are So Beautiful" and also "Up Where We Belong" if that is the name of it. I love those. Very loud! After an intermission we finally got Tina. The staging was unbelievable - Upstairs and Downstairs with the upstairs having 3 large compartments, holding keyboards, drummer (yes, Jack Bruno), sax, bass guitar, and piano. Floor had TT. and both guitars with visiting dancers who were everywhere and musicians featured from upstairs. And musn't forget the winding stairways. Dancers and TT are very good on those! John Miles has grown his hair longer than I have seen it in any of the VH1 tapes. It had rather a schoolboy look and fell into his face at times. It looked darker blonde and not gray from where I was sitting, which was fairly far back. We had 2 giant TV screens and he appeared on those quite frequently, so I was able to get some good views of him. He has also put on a little weight. She began with "River Deep" - nothing audible or featured of JM "We Don't Need Another Hero "- what a production - scenes of Mad Max from Thunderdome on the TVs. Great special effects - JM audible only because his guitar and arms were on TVs - JM wore short sleeves - other guitarist 3/4 length sleeves so one could see from the screen who you were hearing. "Be Good to Me" had some nice interplay with both guitarists, with JM doing some high kicks. "Private Dancer" featured TT and the dancers. JM's hair took a real beating from the dancers mussing it up - showed him later trying to undo the damage. He also got quite a bit of hugging from the dancers. "So in Love with You" and What's Love Got to do" did not feature JM. "Missing You" had great guitar and some scenes of JM playing on screen. Same with "Whatever You Need". Had we not seen the screens, we would not have known who was playing. I was pretty happy with all that, but then came JOHN! He did a guitar intro into "Try a Little Tenderness" - TT said, "I'd like to do this with my friend, John Miles." They sang together and John did not get short shrift in the volume - then he sang alone (in fact she left the stage) and it was simply wonderful. He really put out on that song--timbre of his voice had just enough grit, perfect for me, and a bit of satisfactory screaming also. The background was quieter and his voice was just there. He had the audience in the palm of his hand. (This audience was composed ot total nuts anyway and they cheered him and screamed for him at the end. ) I was wowed. His voice is better now than at any time I've heard him and why can't he do this kind of music on a CD! Actually none of his vocals stood out during the concert except for that - volume of background was too loud to tell. "Addicted to Love" was a real guitar number with the black bass guitarist with great long hair was brought down and it was rather a battle of the guitars. "Simply the Best" -splendiferous production, as it was the finale - band really was in a playful mood and JM did a one foot hot-scoot across the stage - cute. He was clowning with the dancers also. Then she introduced the band individually and JM received a big cheer - she explained that they were all mellow and relaxed because they were almost home - 3 more performances. Encore was (what else) "Proud Mary" and "Nutbush City" during which a flat crane with a basket came unfolding out to mid audience and Tina went clear around to immense cheering. There, I have taken you to the concert to the best of my JM watching ability. I know the special effects may be nothing new to you - sudden towers of flame shooting up, etc., but this is not my usual fare , so I was completely blown away. Jean Hickman