Storm blown over

I’ve stayed in the tech’s room after all. See the two headphone heads of Jonas and Elmar providing the video live edit which should have been streamed. It’s all safely in the can.

Well, the concert really has become an 80s party. The unflinching exploration of all our repressed instincts. Wait, since you can’t hear the music, you’ll need some references. Think mid-era Weather Report. Think even more radio-friendly stuff. Music to cruise down the road by. Maybe a crack in the pavement every mile or so, so that we can’t be quite safe in our regained childhood innocence (ouch, as a father I know that is nonsense, but let it stand, you know what I mean). I can detect no irony. These guys mean it. Hayden suddenly plays soprano, like Shorter, Liebman, what have you, his playing even references the licks of the time, then bends them ever so slightly. John Schröder is groove personified (wow, frankly, I wasn’t sure he could do that). Simon is soulful and inventive and between them they replace the bass.

Folks are nodding their heads wildly (well you know, it would require considerable exhibitionism to suddenly get up and shake your butt in these intimate surroundings, you can’t expect that). Especially the programming of the evening is fruitful, the straightlaced and the looselimbed, both within partly the same folks on stage, exploring both sides of the coin. Beautiful outro with Hayden on steel drum and John on guitar letting his hair hang loose.

Lutz