Legendary Herman's Hermits frontman Peter Noone ventured into the heart of the "rustic" Oregon coastal community taking to the stage at Florence's Three Rivers Casino Friday night with pitch-perfect renditions of "I'm Henry VIII, I Am" and "Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Daughter" topped off with a dash of acidic British wit for good measure. Playing to a room of mainly sixty-somethings, most with asses the width of yardsticks and brains foundering under the complexities of alphabetically assigned seating, Noone repeatedly mentioned what a "good-looking" crowd it was. Ha. The visor and slot machine masses didn't seem to get it.
He went on to ponder whether when coming to these parts if it would have been wiser to bring eight-track tapes to hawk instead of CDs and wondered aloud how his agent had come to book this particular gig. His crowning insult: noting that all the Portland International Airport employees he'd encountered on arrival in the glorious Beaver State appeared as if they were "original cast members of the Beverly Hillbillies." Tsk-tsk. Didn't you know, Peter, those are what pass for sophisticates around these parts.
Keep up the good work Herman, even if I was the only one laughing.
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