In 2004, my honey took me to Montreal to see Rod Stewart on Valentine's Day. When we got to the box office, we were offered an upgrade to front row for an additional $8, Rod had the whole front row, and and had turned in the ones he hadn't given away.
First set was all rockin' Rod and soccer balls, and I had a brief moment where Rod was dancing like me at our end of the stage to Hot Legs, and a little nod of the microphone. I was close enough to see the white stitching on his blue jeans, just saying.
Second set was American Songbook, special Valentines day edition. And third song in was Tonight's the Night. Now we are the last two seats in the front row, stage right. But I persuade my honey to get up to dance. And Jim, god rest his soul, is howling off-key in my ear while I try to sway to Rod. Well, then he starts poking me in the shoulder, so I have to figure out why he's pestering me. And the pair of us are on the Jumbotron, and Rob Stewart is seranading us for Valentine's Day.
I used to tease Jim Rod wanted to be him. His then girlfriend, now ex-wife trounced in late in the show with her friends and grumbled through the last few songs. Mind you, I might have been pissed at my multi-millionaire boyfriend had he chosen to work Valentine's Day!
Doesn't matter if they sing off-kay, if you have someone that loves you, it's all good.
In the absence of true love, I plan on ritual sacrifice of a lobster to the garlic butter gods.