Voices: LIVE - Crowded House/Berlin

NEW YORK CITY:  What a funky town!  Only in the "Big Apple" do ya get
monsoon rains in November and a pop music magazine that works so hard and
late (us, silly) that the only thing left to do at eight o'clock in the pee-em is
go off to some swell record company fete in an Indian restaurant high above
picturesque Times Square.  Well, what a surprise!  What are these extremely jolly
Austrailian chaps called Crowded House doing onstage with their guitars and that
teensy drum kit?

   Oh, the party's in their honor?  Well, it should be.  In between jokes the
harmonious trie, led by ex-Split Enz-er Neil Finn, rattle off brilliant, jangly
tunes like... well, I don't know their names, but rest assured I will tomorrow.

   So, a not-quick-enough dash through Tab can-sized raindrops to the appropriately
sweaty confines of Berlin.  Cheez, these guys are hot!  Hotter than that curried goat.
Oh, that was the last party?  Don't mind me, I'm just slightly reeling.  Perhaps it
has to do with the effect of seeing Terri Nunn cavorting across the smoky high-tech
landscape of Erector set girders, huddling with her female backing singer, delivering
"Take My Breath Away" with unexpected muscle, inspiring singalongamania on "Like
Flames" and getting extremely er (blush) chummy with John Crawford for "Sex (I'm A)."
Or maybe it has something to do with the length of that last sentence?  You figure
it out...