“Boy I miss this!” says Belew, clearly delighted to be playing in the more intimate surroundings of the House Of Blues. Perhaps energised by the sheer proximity of the audience, Crimson truly hit the ground running in this stomper of a set. Frame By Frame is a thrilling white knuckle ride that at times teeters on the very edge of the abyss - which of course all adds to the excitement of the piece. Sex Sleep Eat Drink Dream is a bit of a corker in which Belew gets in a cheeky blues lick and Fripp plays an absolute blinder of a solo. Elephant Talk also receives an surprise makeover when Bruford kicks in a reprise at the song’s intended conclusion, pulling the band along for a few bars. Clearly the Crims and the audience loved every minute of this show. Eye witness James B Erickson said of the gig on Elephant Talk “My only request to RF is please release an "Official Boot II"for this leg of the tour. And most selfishly for myself please release the House Of Blues entire show. It was truly a memorable occasion.” Well, James, it took 13 years but your wish finally came true.
“Boy I miss this!” says Belew, clearly delighted to be playing in the more intimate surroundings of the House Of Blues. Perhaps energised by the sheer proximity of the audience, Crimson truly hit the ground running in this stomper of a set. Frame By Frame is a thrilling white knuckle ride that at times teeters on the very edge of the abyss - which...
It’s a curious phenomenom in modern artistic endeavor. In an age when performers and self-proclaimed artists alike take measures to "close the distance" between themselves and the audience, such efforts are often disingenuous and cynical. While they churn out flat, mechanical renditions of their "greatest hits" for their "fans", adding an odd deep cut here or there to preserve the illusion of risk-taking, fans clamor to pay $500 or more for a "meet and greet" with a collection of human jukebox...
It’s a curious phenomenom in modern artistic endeavor. In an age when performers and self-proclaimed artists alike take measures to "close the distance" between themselves and the audience, such efforts are often disingenuous and cynical. While they churn out flat, mechanical renditions of their "greatest hits" for their "fans", adding an odd deep cut here or there to preserve the illusion of risk-taking, fans clamor to pay $500 or more for a "meet and greet" with a collection of human jukeboxes.Not this band. Despite Fripp’s famous reserve with the public, few musicians are as giving. This is a gig where the band opens a vein for their audience on every song. They are offering the audience a chance to feel, to think, to challenge themselves through the context of a musical presentation. A collection like this demands that the audience listen to every note and word - and, if you choose to do so, the payoff is enormous.If there are storms raging in the depths of the human heart, I believe they sound like a King Crimson show. If so, this is a particularly magnificent storm.
