Really quite a show. I didn't know much about his performances beyond some pretty spectacular two-and-a-half minute singles released between about 1955 and 1958 (though I had seen him in "The Girl Can't Help It" a hundred years ago), and I guess I expected the show to be mostly his tunes. Nope. It was about half music and half banter, much of the banter close to incomprehensible but oh, so cute. He can still do falsetto, though not nearly as much as on his records -- the high WOOOOOOs went on for just a second or two instead of ten, they had little or no vibrato, some of the WOOOOOOs weren't falsetto at all, and there weren't as many of them of either variety -- but it wasn't bad at all for a 76-year-old. I lost any ability to do falsetto in any kind of controlled way 15 years ago, and I used to be pretty good at it.
As much makeup as Michael Jackson. Hair that just might not have been all his own, either.
Eleven-piece backup band! Two guitars; bass; four horns (three saxes, one tiny, tiny trumpet), with choreographed dance moves; two drummers, with choreographed drumstick moves; two keyboards. Very tight, very swingy, very impressive.
Came onstage by wheelchair. Two guys assisted him from wheelchair to piano bench and back (picked him up and put him back down, is what I mean by "assisted"). He either just had or is just about to have a hip replacement -- as I said, not everything he said was all that clear. One of his talking bits was about a hurtin' leg; when folks in the crowd hollered out "Long Tall Sally!" or "Good Golly, Miss Molly," neither of which he had done at that point, he'd tell them to shut up: "We're talkin' about a hurtin' leg, now," in a plaintive voice.
On thing he did say clearly was that he hurt the least when he was onstage playing and singing, which I'm sure is entirely true. Overall, just a great, great act.