An Evening with Steve Martin and Martin Short

About two weeks ago, I realized Steve Martin and Martin Short were coming to Bangor on tour. At first, I debated whether or not I wanted to attend. It’s already a busy time of year. Did I really want to drive an hour and a half and have a late night for them? Then I thought back over all the movies and media I’ve enjoyed with them in it (particularly Steve Martin). The Three Amigos, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Saturday Night Live, The Jerk, Father of the Bride, Little Shop of Horrors . . .

I changed my mind. Especially when I heard the show also featured Martin on banjo and a bluegrass performance. So Denisa and I got tickets, and we headed up to Bangor Saturday evening. (Despite the fact that I’d be heading back to Bangor the next morning to speak in church.)

The show was a lot of fun. I’d spent a bit more on tickets (okay . . . a lot more), but I’d decided that as long as I was going, I wanted to actually be able to see the people I was going to see, instead of just being in the same air space with them and watching them on a big screen. Martin and Short were both engaging and funny, and the bluegrass band they’d brought with them was absolutely incredible. My string playing kids would have loved to see it.

The show was quite clean, all things considered. It had a lot of Martin and Short poking fun at each other, and I really enjoyed being able to see them in person. I don’t know why the “in person” thing should matter, but it did in a way I wasn’t quite expecting. Maybe it’s just the sensation of seeing these people in real life that I’ve only ever seen on a screen.

I will note that the the Cross Center in Bangor has perhaps one of the most hellacious entrances I’ve ever had to suffer through. It’s right off the freeway, but it’s a left hand turn right off the freeway. Multiple lanes collapse into one, and you’ve got everyone and their brother trying to go the same direction. It took twenty minutes to move about a hundred feet. The center really ought to look into getting some traffic cops going at those intersections to move things along. It was bad enough that it made me seriously reconsider ever going back to the venue for a big event.

But, that aside, it was a wonderful evening, and I consider it money well spent. Good times.

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