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Oh, they were so good! This was the Mesopotamia tour, so it was with their original, late and lamented guitarist. They also had a two-man horn section.
This was their first show in Arizona. I had read an article in Rolling Stone about how they loved to go thrift store shopping in new cities, so I hung around Value Village on 4th Avenue, the best thrift store in town, to see, naively, if they'd show up. And they did! There they were, wigless and avidly poring through the clothing racks. Breathless, I went up to them and told them how excited I was to be going to see them that night. They were really nice. God, I almost peed my pants. Thrift shopping with the B-52s!
What was unfortunate was that this was at the University of Arizona Main Auditorium, where you were expected to politely file into your seats and just stay there like you were watching a movie or something. No dancing! No dancing at a B-52s show! Can you imagine? You are allowed to semi-energetically bop IN YOUR SEAT. Naturally, this resulted in a game of dancing cat and mouse as people leaped up to do torrid frugs in the aisles as beefy security guards in windbreakers sprinted to stop them. Finally, a perturbed B-52, Kate I think, stopped and shouted, "This is the B-52s; people gotta dance!"
And we did.