An on-going joke with a friend about David Hasselhoff, better known as the Hoff, brought us to the Hi-Fi Theatre in Brisbane one rainy night on the weekend. Doors opened at seven thirty, but according to some insider information (friend's workmate's friend was part of the opening band), the Hoff wasn't starting his show until ten. True enough, he didn't come out until ten past.
The show was typically David Hasselhoff: cheesy and corny, but at least, he doesn't take himself all too seriously. And that's probably why he's still going, when many, more-talented personas have long gone down the road to obscurity. Who doesn't remember him as Michael Knight with Kitt, the high-tech talking car, from that eighties show; or the slow-motion-running, hunk-of-a- lifeguard-with-the-red-shorts on Baywatch?
The evening with the Hoff turned out to be less than an hour with the Hoff as the show ended at eleven. He sang less than ten songs, made fun of himself and showed bits and pieces of the old TV shows and past concerts (only in Germany). There were a few pieces of underwear thrown at him, one of which was a pair of men's boxer shorts.
It wasn't bad, considering it was the Hoff I came to see. It could have been funnier; maybe if he had brought along Pammie Anderson to poke fun at him. It could also have been a tad longer. In saying that, I'm not sure how long a good Hoff show is before it starts raining corncobs.