Enjoy! I loved seeing Max Raabe at Carnegie Hall when Anke visited New York. He is one kühl katze. 
He's still got it!
On a chilly Boston Sunday afternoon, a concert with Max Raabe was very welcome.
Boston's Symphony Hall (1900, McKim, Mead and White)
In fact, there were about two dozen young people swing dancing to not-too-loud music outside the entrance to the theatre before the performance. While waiting for Lynne, I had plenty to look at besides the dancers: the arriving patrons, many of whom were dressed to the nines! Lots of cool period dress ('20s - '30s).
Even though I had just bought them the day before, our seats were wunderschön! Sixth row orchestra provided good views of gestures and facial expressions.
The show was entitled “One Cannot Kiss Alone”, which turned out to be a reference to the title of a very clever song that Max had written himself, a departure from the usual Weimar-era music he and his band prefer.
The band was in very good form, the acoustics at Symphony Hall being so much better than at the Paramount (where I had heard them two years ago). Twelve members, each playing more than one instrument, mad a BIG sound! Very crisp arrangements, alternating between up-tempo and ballad, between English and German. Even an “oriental fox trot”. But, as Max told us, “that doesn’t really exist”. Max was as deadpan as ever. Example: “This next song is a German waltz. It’s not as elegant as a Viennese waltz, but it’s louder.”
Some favorites: “Night and Day”, “Dream a Little Dream of Me”, “Falling in Love Again” (five men singing in tight harmony, in German), and for an encore “You’re the Cream in My Coffee”. His version of Lehar’s “Dein ist mein ganzes Herz” reminded us that Max was originally classically trained.
