Ah, look at all the happy people. Where do they all come from?
If the Philly Pops is smart, it got their e-mail addresses, those young(ish) fans who came to hear what conductor Michael Krajewski called "authentic recreations" of an English band that broke up 43 years ago. Members of the Classical Mystery Tour, arrayed in hippie garb, sang and played Lennon and McCartney favorites in Verizon Hall Friday while Krajewski and his band played backup.
I claim no special authority on the repertoire - I was, in the '60s, too young to be fully sentient. But then again, a lot of people in the '60s weren't fully sentient, and the act seemed a decent if not particularly striking imitation of the real thing. Others looked convinced: By the end, hundreds were swaying lit cellphones in the air to "Hey Jude." And it was oddly hilarious to watch an anti-authority pantomime play out in the conductor's circle - an usher telling cellphone-wavers to put them away. At a certain point he gave up. Why should the Kimmel get nervous when people start having fun? Really, what was the harm?