With the hoop-la generated regarding the "amazing" renovations the Capitol Theater, an evening with Vocalese sensation, The Manhattan Transfer seemed exquisitely fitting. Modified from a massive 1500 seat cavern to a 500 seat intimate venue, the theater is a comfortable fit.
The redo is "nice", yet only nice. Now, a standard drop ceiling is overhead. The gold appointments are gold painted plastic moldings affixed to the walls reminding this writer of Jethro Bodine dressed for formal occasions in his high-water blue jeans, checkered shirt and proper British Bowler. In this renovated arena, Jethro can leave the formal attire out by the cement pond.
The seats have a reasonable rake after the first six rows or so which sit flat. The minuscule space between the rows combined with the intrusive plastic cup holders make entering or leaving seats in any row already populated an athletic event of Olympic magnitude.
Wait! Good news! It's the staff! The staff is perfect! It is as if each individual on staff personally birthed this hall. They are so very proud. They are happy to be here. They are delighted the guests are as well. They are so very welcoming and helpful.
For an intimate venue where one will literally rub elbows (and other body parts) with others while enjoying a performance, this is the spot.