Was there also. I’m a big Gabriel fan too (though not fanatic enough to own Ovu or Up–or Scratch My Back, for that matter). Like most of the folks at the show I'm of a certain age and fondly remember Peter as the front man for seminal Genesis albums like Foxtrot and Selling England By The Pound and for his great solo albums like Security, So, etc.

I was also in the “super seats” with a dead-nut-center view of the stage. I dragged my wife (not a fanatic, but certainly a fan of the mainstream So album) to the show. As Peter launched into Bowie's Heroes to start the show, I turned to my wife and in wonderment intoned: “Holy crap, he's still got it”. The fat, bald man in black still had his chops. That raspy, soulful voice that PG owned in his prime was fundamentally intact. I didn't expect that. PG is 60! There are damn few rock artists out there who can manage a credible performance into their 50’s. Lord knows I’ve spent considerable money confirming that observation. While PG’s outer shell may not be immune to the batterings of Father Time, his pipes appear to be transcendent. As the evening progressed, the smile on this old man (also not immune to Father Time) grew ever wider.

I enjoyed Scratch My Back—especially his cover of Arcade Fire’s My Body Is A Cage. I unabashedly loved the second half of the show wherein he performed old favorites. The orchestral arrangement of The Rhythm Of The Heat was simply amazing. No drums; cello substituting for percussion. It’s not my favorite PG song by a long shot, but it was my favorite song that night at the Bowl.

All in all, a truly memorable performance. Bravo, Peter Gabriel.

Bravo!