The big name concerts for the Indiana State Fair have moved to Bakers Life Fieldhouse for the next year or so until the Coliseum is renovated.
Yes, Barry's doing a naughty move.
I was lucky enough to get a photo credentials for the Barry Manilow show. I’m not fortunate enough to have the proper lens from shooting so far away.
I don’t know that I’d ever describe myself as a Barry Manilow fan, but I am the right age to be able to sing along to every one of his songs. And the crowd was full of woman my age – my people, as it were. I saw several groups of mothers and daughters.
I wasn’t able to get any great shots, but I did get to soak up the excitement in the audience. I’d been telling people all day that Barry Manilow was the Justin Beiber of my generation, a fact that Barry himself pointed out.
I loved his blue jacket. Seriously.
As is the general rule-of-thumb the photographers get to shoot the first three songs. In this case we were behind the seated audience, near the soundboard. I don’t have enough lens to shoot from that far away.
After we got hustled off the floor I called Jerry A., the chairman of the Second Helpings board and director of operations for the foodservice company that runs the Fieldhouse. Jerry whisked me up to a suite! Wheee! As it happened there were two women that I knew there and Jerry’s beautiful wife and awesome daughter were there too.
It was fun to enjoy the rest of the show and sing along unabashedly. As it turns out, I knew all of the words. And I can’t believe that I just admitted that in print. I guess I’m a Fanilow after all.