I went to the Great Bruno Mars Sing-along at Rajamangala National Stadium in Bangkok tonight. Though not very familiar with his music, I knew that he's a great singer and performer. I was excited to see him, and considered this the last major concert that I may ever experience, as there's no one else I know of who I've been longing to see. This concert was often fun because his tens of thousands of fans, mostly between 16 and 22 (I was the oldest person in the stadium), knew all the words to almost all his songs, so it was a great communal happening. But Mars' vocals almost never soared over those of his fans. In my standing-room position fairly up front, I spent about an hour and 45 minutes listening to his ecstatic fans singing, mostly off-key, all of his lyrics. He seemed content with this situation, which I'd expect from an artist who's 68, not 38. He often seemed almost enervated, allowing the love-in and the booming voices of his fans to override his own vocals. It may've been a matter of mixing, though surely he has the money and the expert team to have created a mix in which his fine voice predominated. His band, The Hooligans, consists of mostly very muscular and very tattooed men. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz For all his celebrated musicality, there was not a single impressive solo by anyone. When he played a solo, which was never more than so-so, his nubile fans, who are emphatically not into music which features guitar or any other kind of soloing, went gaga, simply because he was playing. It didn't matter what he was playing.