At a terrible risk of getting hate mail, I want to share my very mixed feelings about this tour. I have seen Mr. Holbrook most recently in Las Vegas some five years ago. I am myself a Twain re-creator, and was at that time therefore anticipating see a performer who for me had reached nearly godly, mythical stature. I had seen him once before then, some 20 years earlier. I was very disappointed in the Las Vegas performance. As many other reviews have pointed out, Mr. Holbrook's delivery had gotten to a point where large sections were simply unintelligible. Mumbling, very strange inflections, I don't know what the intent was, but it was not clear at all. Beyond that, the performance was good, but not great by any measure. Despite that, when I read of the latest tour I said-- one last time, let me trek to Peoria to see him. There were several reasons to go: A) to see if this performance might be different and B) to see if there wasn't still much to learn, and C) out of a deep sense of nostalgia. Well, I guess the depths of my nostalgia are not that deep, because when I saw I would have to pay well over $100 per ticket for nose-bleed seats -- all of a sudden 20 other things I could do with that $250 came immediately to mind. A side issue for me in the entire entertainment business is the greed of performers at this level and the insanity of the fans to actually pay these amounts. I was about to say, Twain would have been outraged, but that would have to come with a qualification -- he would be outraged if the performer wasn't himself! Tom In a message dated 6/13/2012 2:42:21 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [log in to unmask] writes: For your viewing pleasure, here is the Mark Twain Tonight poster from his first (that I know about) visit to Phoenix in 1975. My memory isn't that good - I had to match the date to calendars from that era. The most fun fact from this is that the best seats (we bought two of them) were a princely seven dollars. It was an awesome night that I still remember clearly. Went to several more of his shows in Arizona before we moved east in 1990. The most memorable was a night that his material was colorful enough that a couple of Phoenix's genteel citizens walked out. Twain still had the power to offend. What better recommendation could you hope for as a writer?