Tom Jones Plays The Mountain Winery And Our Valley Girl (Rhondda Valley, That Is) Was There
Friday, July 18th, 2008
Our dear friend Shirley — a Valley Girl from the Rhondda — called after tonight’s concert to file a report. We appreciate it so much and want to thank her and say “hi” to the other fans we know who were there. We missed being with them, but reading this it feels like we were there.
The Mountain View Winery is a beautiful venue, set high on a hill with a breathtaking view of the valley below. There are several levels of seating from that for season ticket holders to the GA seats on benches at the top of the hill. The stage was small — about half the size of the MGM — so the band and singers were kind of crowded.
There was a comedian on before Tom. His name was Mark Butler. He was very funny. He did an audience participation act and the audience responded really well.
Tom was absolutely great. It was the same set list as it’s been since 2006 and he didn’t talk to anyone from the stage but there were loads of panties thrown and lots of people calling out to him. That’s fine, but when he is singing a ballad, the audience should really be still and show some respect.
Other than remarking that there was a full moon, all of Tom’s patter between songs was as usual. But there was more hip-swinging than I’ve seen in a long time. He was really, as we Taffys say, “hepped up,” and his Welsh accent was very pronounced this evening.
He was wearing a navy blue suit — same shirt — instead of a red or white jacket. Those were probably too hot, as we read here he was sweating like crazy the last shows Sunday and Tuesday in San Diego and Orange County, respectively. (Editor’s Note: The photo above of Tom in San Diego was sent by Nancy. It clearly illustrates the point made in the review of that show.)
I was seated on an aisle but it was difficult to see when people came up front to dance. There was room by the seats to dance and security nicely made people go back. The audience, I must say, was of all ages. Lots of people in their 20s, especially up front.
I’ve seen this exact show probably more than two dozen times but what keeps me coming back is Tom Jones — his singing, his very presence. I’ve been seeing him since 1962 in Wales and, when I see him now, I am reminded of Tom as he was then. To me, he’ll always be that Tom Jones. And, tonight, when I listened to him, I was homesick. But I was also very happy.
On the way out of the car park, everyone was tooting their horns at me. I thought it was because they thought I was holding up traffic. But, when I rolled the window down to see what was causing the fuss, we realized the people were shouting and pointing because they were noticing my license plate (right, obviously).
—Shirley








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