I’ve been to this hall three times now. Once for Wicked, once for a mellow piano concert, and once for a kids show with giant puppets and way too much glitter. Different vibes, same place. And you know what? I keep thinking about the small things. The seats, the sound, the walk from the car when it’s cold and you can see your breath. Little things matter.
For an expanded version of this story—complete with photos and seat maps—check out my piece over on Metro Arts called "First Interstate Center for the Arts: My Nights There, Plain and Simple".
If you're curious about how this venue fits into the wider regional arts scene, take a look at Metro Arts for a snapshot of upcoming performances, community programs, and creative news.
Getting there without stress (well, mostly)
I park at River Park Square because I know it. The walk is short, and it feels safe even when it’s dark. We cut along Riverfront Park and the river looks calm, like it’s listening too. Security lines move fast. Bags get checked. No drama. One night I had a tiny umbrella in my tote. The usher smiled, tagged it, and said, “Keep it under your seat.” Easy.
Will call was quick for me. But on a big show night, the ticket scanner line stretched almost to the doors. My tip? Show up 25 minutes early. Not crazy early. Just early enough to breathe.
I sometimes compare this hassle-free arrival to nights at my go-to spot on the Lower East Side, the Abrons Arts Center, where the subway ride replaces the river walk but the vibe feels just as welcoming.
Seats that don’t lie
I sat orchestra center, Row H for Wicked. Sweet spot. Faces clear, voices warm, and those green lights looked like fog on a lake. I also tried upper balcony left for the piano show. It was cheaper, and I liked the bird’s-eye view. Sightlines were fine, as long as I didn’t lean into the rail too much. Legroom? Decent, but I’m 5'6". My tall friend did the aisle seat and thanked me later.
Here’s a tiny gripe. The seats are comfy at first. But by intermission, I wanted to stretch. Not a deal breaker. Just real. If you want to study the exact layout before picking a ticket, check out the official seating charts—they break down every level and row.
The sound that hits right
This hall sounds good. I’m picky about that. Vocals felt clear and honest. Strings had a soft shimmer. Brass popped but didn’t stab my ears. On the piano night, the house mix at front-of-house felt balanced—left-right image tight, pedal noise present, but not noisy. That’s rare.
One corner in the upper balcony had a bit of bass bloom during a big cast number. Could be the line array placement or just the heavy drums that night. I shifted two seats in and it fixed itself. Wild how two seats can change your whole mood.
Staff, snacks, and the little mercy of lids
The ushers are kind. That’s the word. Kind. They helped my mom find the elevator when her knee flared up. We got to ADA seating near the back of the orchestra, and the sightline was still clean. No fuss. Just help.
That quick, human-centric problem-solving made me think about how we communicate beyond the lobby too; if you’re curious about ways organizations translate that same warmth into digital conversations, check out the InstantChat blog for case studies, tool breakdowns, and bite-sized CX lessons you can use right away.
Concessions had soda, local beer, wine, and big soft pretzels that make your hands shiny. Prices were… theater prices. I could bring my drink to my seat with a lid for Wicked. For the kids show, they asked us to finish drinks at the aisle before sitting. Different events, different rules, I guess. It was fine.
Merch lines move slower. They always do. If you want a hoodie, hit the stand before the show, not after.
Real moments that stuck with me
- Wicked: Row H, center. When Elphaba hit that high note, I got goosebumps. The green wash lights caught a bit of theater dust in the air, and it looked like snow. I teared up. Not dramatic—just human.
- Piano night: One older guy coughed during a quiet song. Everyone waited. The player smiled, sipped water, and said, “We’ll take it from the bridge.” We all laughed together. Felt like a living room with 2,500 friends.
- Kids show: A little girl in a unicorn hoodie started clapping off-beat, and half the row followed her. The cast rolled with it. The hall felt safe for noise. I liked that.
- Shot of Art: Chicago. At a paint-splattered late-night session, colors flew everywhere and I left with streaks on my shoes and a grin that lasted days—proof that art spaces can be both messy and magical, just like this hall. Read the full story here.
Bathrooms, lines, and little quirks
Intermission lines get long. I’ve learned to head out just before the lights go up. There are signs, but folks bunch up anyway. The exits after the show are smooth. Crowd control is good. It flows.
Temperature swings happen. I brought a light sweater once. I didn’t need it, until I did. Pack one. You’ll thank me.
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Quick tips from a picky fan
- Best seats on a budget: upper balcony center, not too far left or right.
- Best seats if you can splurge: orchestra Row H to M, center.
- Show up 20–30 minutes early.
- Check bag rules. Keep it small.
- Grab water with a lid before you sit.
- Park at River Park Square. Pay after the show on the kiosk so you don’t get stuck in the exit line.
- If stairs bug you, request ADA seating and use the elevator. Staff will help. They actually do.
And if you're a touring company or event organizer eyeing Spokane, the venue maintains a handy promoter’s guide with specs, contacts, and marketing info.
Who will love this place
- Broadway folks who care about voices.
- Stand-up fans who want a clear view and tight sound.
- Families who need easy parking and patient staff.
- Older guests who want calm ushers and clean aisles.
- Anyone who likes a theater that feels lived-in, not fussy.
My bottom line
Is it perfect? No. The seat cushions get tired, and intermission lines feel like a parade. But the sound is strong, the views are honest, and the staff treats you like a person. I felt cared for here. That counts.
I’m giving the First Interstate Center for the Arts a solid 4.5 out of 5. I’d go again tomorrow, honestly. And I’d still bring that sweater. Just in case.