The opening act was awful, the sound crew was absent, Taylor Hicks performed yet again the same show to a room full of octogenarians that came to see 'That nice young man from down the street.' I hope to never again see Taylor do his chicken dance, his reminiscence on his fleeting fame or his really good but gotten stale cover of Joe Cocker. The sound crew tolerated or was totally deaf to the constant feedback, hum and over mix of the base until Taylor literally stopped the show to get it fixed. The opening act had an amazing drummer that played like Keith Moon totally incongruous with the quasi country balladeer style of the band. The lead singer was a bald tall well built chap with a voice that only emanated from his nose, having a strong desire to communicate his feelings with his hands and singing songs whose lyrics were the distillation of every poor attempt of a country ballad. The word suck doesn't come close. This singer would never made it to a garage band in my world, we would have kept him locked up in the basement. As to the name of this group? I looked everywhere I could think, searched the internet for an hour and couldn't find it. So if the opening band is fronted by a lean 6'3" bald well built fella who talks with his hands, run for the exit. I would only see Taylor again if I had an overwhelming desire to remember his past or my date wanted to go and she was really really really special. It was a bad concert.