When I went to Chicago, I was not looking for the pissed-up, pissed-off pretentious acting Barney of the old days who would not address the audience (except to insult them), then play 8 or 9 songs (or until some eqipment broke down), leave the stage without saying a word, and no encore!
From 3 16 and 5 11, I was looking for the fun-loving, freaky-dancing Barney we all know and love. When the first beats of BLT started, I said to my fiancee "Check his dancing here, it's class!" She agreed. ![]()