So, I just got back from Yo Gabba Gabba Live.
Originally I was considering writing a review of sorts about the show, but I don’t really need to. If you’ve seen the TV show you have a feel for what to expect.
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The kids loved it, the parents tolerated it, and Biz Markie stole the show. There were balloon drops, bubbles, confetti, and the characters walked down the aisle from the back after the intermission. Basically, even though it was a children’s show, I didn’t feel that corners were cut or that the kids were played down to.
Now, the parents.
I can’t tell you how many folks stood through a large portion of the performance in order to video the thing. Because… a recording of Yo Gabba Gabba Live is something that would be cherished forever? I was reminded of those parents at the zoo so busy taking pictures of their precious offspring that none of them actually get anything else out of the trip.
I can’t tell you how many people did crazy things like have their kid run on stage for a picture before the stage hands could run them off. Great example, mom.
I can’t even begin to estimate how much money was spent on disposable trinkets, nick nacks, and junk. Items that were not needed, and not even requested by children too young to know where they even were. It was more like, “Yo, Im’ma grabba as much stuff as I can”.
So, while the show itself was fine, I left more convinced than ever that it can be very difficult to distinguish between the parent and the child at these kinds of events.