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Holons, nothing but holons.
Sunday, March 09, 2003
« Post Crim II »
The set list from last night, which I got here:
I noticed a lacuna in Robert's solo in LTIA IV, possibly related to the injury his left index finger received earlier in the week (as recounted in Fripp's online diary. It should be noted that this was probably the most difficult passage he had to play all evening, and one that requires great stamina and speed. The measure of a good musician is not that he never makes a mistake, it's how he handles the mistakes that inevitably get made.
(Yes, I admit it, I've been looking for an excuse to use the word "lacuna" for years!
)
« Post Crim »
We just got home a little while ago from Boston. GREAT concert. The Discipline-era King Crimson was great (I saw them twice in NYC), but this incarnation, their return to a quartet format, completely kicks butt. From extreme delicacy to virtuosic ferocity, infused by passion and maturity, with no compromise for themselves or their audience. This is music for grownups, but just as rewarding for younger people with open ears, like my daughters and the several other kids we saw in the audience.
My only complaint, besides a few dunderheads in the audience who made noise when they should have been listening, was that the sound wasn't as clear as it could have been for Trey Gunn's touch guitar. But that didn't obscure his incredible musicianship. Pat Mastelotto, Adrian Belew, and Robert Fripp were also at the top of their form, and they all had their moments of brilliance.
Too tired to write more now, maybe tomorrow. My ears are ringing, but in a good way.
Holons, nothing but holons.
Sunday, March 09, 2003« Post Crim II »
The set list from last night, which I got here:
- The Power to Believe I: A Capella
- Level 5
- Happy With What You Have to Be Happy With
- The ConstruKction of Light
- Elektrik
- Eyes Wide Open
- ProzaKc Blues
- The Power to Believe II
- Facts of Life
- Dangerous Curves
- Larks' Tongues in Aspic, Part IV
- First encore
- Deception of the Thrush (as a trio, no Adrian)
- Potato Pie
- Second encore
- Dinosaur
- VROOOM
I noticed a lacuna in Robert's solo in LTIA IV, possibly related to the injury his left index finger received earlier in the week (as recounted in Fripp's online diary. It should be noted that this was probably the most difficult passage he had to play all evening, and one that requires great stamina and speed. The measure of a good musician is not that he never makes a mistake, it's how he handles the mistakes that inevitably get made.
(Yes, I admit it, I've been looking for an excuse to use the word "lacuna" for years!
)
« Post Crim »
We just got home a little while ago from Boston. GREAT concert. The Discipline-era King Crimson was great (I saw them twice in NYC), but this incarnation, their return to a quartet format, completely kicks butt. From extreme delicacy to virtuosic ferocity, infused by passion and maturity, with no compromise for themselves or their audience. This is music for grownups, but just as rewarding for younger people with open ears, like my daughters and the several other kids we saw in the audience.
My only complaint, besides a few dunderheads in the audience who made noise when they should have been listening, was that the sound wasn't as clear as it could have been for Trey Gunn's touch guitar. But that didn't obscure his incredible musicianship. Pat Mastelotto, Adrian Belew, and Robert Fripp were also at the top of their form, and they all had their moments of brilliance.
Too tired to write more now, maybe tomorrow. My ears are ringing, but in a good way.