Fortune 500


At the Lobero Theatre, Wednesday, June 14.

Reviewed by Hannah Tennant-Moore

INXS.jpgI have new respect for reality
television. As much as I hate to admit it, it landed INXS a perfect
front man. Yes, self-named J.D. Fortune is a shameless rip-off and
ridiculously vain, changing three times throughout the night — from
a black blazer with a fluorescent pink tie to a black T-shirt
emblazoned with “Mr. Wrong” — but it turns out, that’s exactly what
you want him to be. I admit I was laughing at him for introducing
songs with things like “Are you ready to rumblllllllle?” and yet
when he jumped off of the stage and ran into the audience, I found
myself praying I’d be one of the lucky girls to get a hug. It was
Hollywood pretty boy — with a voice to match — meets middle-aged,
leather-clad ’80s rock star, and the combination actually fuckin’

They thankfully stuck mainly to oldies, opening with “Suicide
Blonde” and going on to play most of Kick. But even their new stuff
sounded much better — or at least much more convincing an imitation
— than it does on their latest album Switch. Maybe it was the
strobe lights and the Las Vegas video projected in the background.
Maybe it was the ktwo full minutes Fortune spent licking his mike
stand before violently throwing it to the stage and squeezing his
crotch — the least you can expect from the replacement of a guy who
accidentally killed himself masturbating. The night itself was a
sort of tribute to old-school rock ’n’ roll, in that INXS allowed
fans to determine ticket prices by teaming up with StubHub — a Web
site that facilitates ticket sales between customers — to auction
off the seats; several seats went for less than $20, while the most
expensive (which included the chance to meet the band) was

If nothing else, you had to give them credit for their makeover
of the Lobero. Who knew it could so comfortably accommodate booming
amps and intergenerational partyers dancing in the aisles for three
hours straight and shrieking like school girls (and boys) as
Fortune sprayed us with his half-drunk water bottle? Still, the
Lobero/loud rock culture clash was clear when an older man turned
to his wife during intermission and grouchily announced, “My mom
told me to never put your feet on the furniture. And what is he so
angry about anyway?” He was referring to Creed’s lead singer Scott
Strapp, who (oh, yeah) opened the show with such moving radio hits
as “Higher” and “With Arms Wide Open,” embodying the lyrics by
pointing to his eye and toward the ceiling. He asked the audience
to request his new single at local radio stations. Please


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