In the square at the centre of the town, in an Italian municipality, a performance is not purely a musical event. There are dignitaries, officials, worthies & their wives - and some people who have come to see King Crimson. Of the people who have come for Crimson, in this country a large proportion are mature and post-mature. They do not much follow the music press, let alone cyber-surf (going online is itself an adventure here). So the next development in the Crimson saga is not necessarily a pleasant surprise, especially for the man who shouted "Epitaph".
The mayor left, taking his medals with him, but probably not soon enough for the mayor or the performance or the performers. Pat avoided looking at him and receiving a blast of his energy flow. Another worthy left during "I Had A Dream": he did well to last as long as he did. A few dignitary wives should not have ventured out at all. But for the encores the younger and Crim enthusiasts moved forwards and brought with them a welcome energy.
Adrian felt the show was very good. I felt a hole at the centre that the music fell into, and then escaped us. By ProjeKct X (fourth piece) there was no platform from which to take a jump. Actually, a large hole had already appeared to provide the springboard.
But the palazzo was a great place for tonight's photo session.
Profoundly dissatisfied & feeling empty, not quite wanting to eat at nearly midnight but not ready to return to this forlorn room, I went with the Team to a restaurant owned by the son of the Restaurant Totally Excellent we've been visiting. Probably a good-feeling younger persons' eaterie, doubtless also excellent food, it was already full of enthusiastic & friendly audients from tonight's show brandishing implements of autography.
So, back to Salon Forlorn it is for 3 pieces of fruit, a glass of sparkling water & an early night.
10.14
A restless night continuing to Consider My Position.
On this day two years ago this online Diary began.
"May we have the courage to fail."
