Somewhere near San Francisco I expect
It’s not me – it’s my brother. He lives in San Francisco and this is his review. I thought some of you might like to hear his KC thoughts :
I was convinced to go to this concert last night by seeing an interview with Robert Fripp, who looked at the camera and said, with emphasis, “come and see us… don’t wait for the next time!”
I felt it might have been something of a tribute, in the selection of material featuring stuff by absent friends, Greg Lake, John Wetton and Bowie (Heroes).
3 drummers (pretty interesting, visually – normally they are out of the way, at the back).
Their music is heavier than the heaviest metal (ex drummer, Bruford, described playing with them as “terrifying”, but he kept it up for some years).
My lasting impression is that Fripp, 71, must have had an unnerving experience with a very angry elephant, since many of their biggest numbers evoke an elephant stampede.
But since few of us will witness that, I recommend highly the musical version!
In response – my eldest brother, based in Dorset said :
“Last time I saw Fripp was a gig called G3 with 2 other excellent guitarists.
The crowd couldn’t wait for Fripp to finish his pseudo intellectual computer based extemporisations.
It was a good show though overall.”
This was, literally, a blast from the past.
My brother and lots of other people
It made me think..
I had forgotten how much my older brothers still dig their music, man! These guys are much older than me, 10 years or so – and to my young ears King Crimson, Yes and ELP seemed unfathomably boring. What’s wrong with Mud and The Rubettes for god’s sake? At least they had tunes you can whistle!