I've studied the voice for years and years, and have always been literally amazed at the reach and the far-beyond-the-reach results that this one-of-a kind artist has given the world. There never has been, isn't now, nor ever will be another like Barbra Streisand. I've followed her through show music, pop, disco, back to pop, into theater music and movie music, and of course, the treasured, rare live performances, such as this one. I've accepted her personal feelings to be what they are and have cheered her every step of the way and will always do so. So, to have a glorious live recording of her recent concert tour is a joy indeed. The best thing about this recording, other than the utterly flawless technical sheen of the actual sound, is the fact that Barbra Streisand has finally seemed to mellow, to enjoy life, and, most wonderfully, to embrace performing. She sounds charming and relaxed in her spoken passages, and she can still send notes through the roof of the stadium with enormous power and grace. It's a treat to hear songs that she hasn't sung in years and to hear numbers that she's not recorded before. Just about anything that Ms. Streisand chooses to do for the public is a genuine thrill for someone who has been a devout fan for decades. But, and this is the melancholy part, if you've studied her voice for years so much that you know exactly how it has sounded across the almost 45 years she's been a professional, you'll know that her range has diminshed slightly, her top notes have to be finessed without full power, and that the timbre has darkened and deepened. These are not bad things, because she remains the one and only of her kind, and everything existing so clearly in our memory must bear witness to time's effects. But it's heart-tugging for me to hear her age reflected in her singing voice. I've listened to this album repeatedly over the past week, because it's a terrific concert, but I've also found myself with a heavy heart sometimes in hearing the changes in her vocal prowess that are only natural. She is still, and will continue to be, my personal superwoman figure and someone whom I admire more than any words could possibly communicate. But the tears that I now shed when she sings are for both of us, because if Barb's getting older, than I am as well.