it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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he hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall--

When I talk about Ian Anderson's wit, and his general air of raconteurism, this is what I mean. (Also, his screamingly liberal sensible politics have never hurt him with me.)

For my own reference, here's a review of the New York show on the same tour.

Here's a little youtube Tull from back in the day, to give you an idea of what Ian was like when his knees still worked. (By the hair, that's circa 1977 or so.) Martin's grown into a much more accomplished guitarist since, but he's still just about that stoic; the pivot around which Ian turns. Much more, and he'll be giving Lou Reed a run for his money. Here's the revamped version--with a full orchestra, rather than the "mere" string quartet (!)

And here's a clip from the current tour (with a different string section than the ladies we saw), the new version of "Locomotive Breath." See what I mean about Martin's guitar work? (And because I have always loved runaway-train songs, here's a shorter version with intermittently better sound quality (except on the vocals) and no fiddler. Here's what the song sounded like in its more-original version in 1977.  Although the song was already six years old at that point and starting to grow ornaments and bizarre electric organ interludes a la Keith Emerson. (They also did Keith Emerson's arrangement of "America" last night, )

Charlie stole the handle.
And the train, it won't stop going.
No way to slow down.


That doubletime clapping and stomping when the jazzy intro bit of "Locomotive Breath" ends and the rock and roll kicks in? Happens every time.

(One of the most entertaining things about last night's concert was the college aged kid sitting right behind me, who was obviously there on sufferance, expecting some prog-rock dinosaur grinding out faithful versions of grotty hits, who kept shifting in his seat, nudging his companion, and saying in unwilling surprise, "This is really good! This is a really GOOD concert!"

One presumes the companion, perhaps procurer of the tickets, was validated. ;-) )

(Also, for those who keep track, Martin Lancelot Bourée duh-duh-duh-duh-DUH-duh Barre was down to one middle name for the duration of this particular show. ;-)  (Yes, according to Ian, the riff from "Aqualung" is Martin's middle name.)
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