Music is (amongst) your Friend(s)
Forgive my indulgent first-ever post. As we contend with our limited emergence from isolation, I was fortunate to attend the re-opening of Broadway theater on a major scale, last night. This, along with recent KC concert attendances, has quite fully displayed my realization of the necessity of the friendship of music in our lives, and its sorority of muses like theater, coupled with the essential fraternity of sharing these friendships publicly as a society.
In NYC, due to the venue change I was forced to return my Royal Package, but managed to secure a house seat and arrive just in time for orchestra's tune up--albeit a recorded one from the 1970s. At KC concerts, although, I sat by myself, I was not alone amidst an audience, I most likely, had little in common with as individuals, but we were all a united as part a fostering, shared experience. Beyond our ostensible universal enthusiasm for KC cult, of which, I sure many of us will continue to blindly fall prey to the cult leader's mercenary commercial chicanery, I was warmed and inspired by the socially spiritualized atmosphere, rife with the historical almost church-like setting, and of course, the friendship of the wonderful music. During the quarantine, so much of us had an entire world of books, video and music immediatly at our command. For me, it was chance to chance to catch up on a raft of hard drives, shelves and boxes of books, video and music. Friendly, to be sure to finally read, watch and listen to classics, but nothing compared to live experiences, even shared in a crowd of "strangers."
Substantively, the actual NYC music performance and selection matched Mr. Fripp's introductory exhortation that we would be rocked. The majority of music came from the first, KC album and Red, perhaps my favorite recording. There seemed to be smattering of KC music from all eras, but not quite that much from the 1980's and 1990's. Except for the blistering percussive Indiscipline, most of this repertoire, mightn't quite fit this current troupe of Crimson-teers. But I was elated to hear within Tony's Cadenza, a wonderfully droll Elephant Talk, rebooted as "Tony Talk."
I heard murmurs from the exiting crowd that this, sadly was probably the last KC live concerts we would hear. Notwithstanding, my chances, finally, to see and hear the performances from this tour will last my lifetime.
Otherwise, a real question. To wit, I under stand Barry Godber, the artist that designed the original KC album died young. Are there are images available that might suggest other examples of his work?