Last night's show in Rosario went well. It was a lovely traditional theater with two horseshoe-shaped balconies (Teatro Broadway), which pleased me. As we were about to begin, the house seemed not quite full. There were fair-sized patches of empty seats here and there, which is sort of depressing. But as the lights went down and the show got underway, the seats more or less all seemed to get filled.
The audience here, as in BA, were incredibly enthusiastic, occasionally breaking into "ole ole" soccer chants between songs. By the middle of the set they were up and dancing, filling the aisles. When we did a quieter number, they'd immediately sit down. So there was a lot of up and down all night.
This town, a university town, by the look of it, has a grid of streets lined with old frilly buildings of a few stories. The character of the town has been preserved, even if the buildings are a little dingy. People were filling the cafes and bars that occupied the ground floors as we went to bed around 1PM.
The review [in Clarin] of the Buenos Aires show says that, whereas, before, Talking Heads might have appeared like white kids getting funky, now, with the addition of the strings, it is positively an albino getting funky.
The same review — which is funny and positive — says we come out looking like building security guys, with our brown outfits.
The next morning we're on a small prop plane, chartered to take us from Rosario to Montevideo. We pass over the vast flood plains of the Parana and Plata rivers, the latter a huge expanse, like a lake. Water and inlets are everywhere, vast stretches where no road can go. We are the only passengers on this plane and we fill every seat. Hand luggage is on laps and laying in the aisle.
