by Habie » Sun Nov 23, 2008 3:40 am
Hydriot beat me to it, I wanted to write the first review of tonight's concert... but I'm glad I don't have to because he's covered all the technical points... so I can just be a 'girl' and describe my emotional highlights from this one...
First of all, it was my last concert of the tour, so potentially, my last ever LC concert ... yikes. Could this be? So basically, I'm now just a heaving lump of jelly, already suffering Premonitions of Flashbacks (to borrow a phrase from comedian Steve Wright) and Leonard-withdrawal... but that's my problem, not yours, so I'll stick to tonight's concert.
Highlights:
- overall, an amazing flow, it somehow felt like one long song
- exceptionally good filming, so we saw things I'd never seen before (or maybe didn't look properly) : the expression on Neil Larsen's face when he plays his solos, extraordinary look in his eyes, mouth open, almost in pain, as if he was drawing the music from his very blood
- the close ups on Hattie and Leonard when they duetted during Take This Waltz; somehow I felt the comunion between this older man and this young woman was very touching; a reminder of earlier blondes in his musical life, a reminder of what you gain, not lose, by getting older
- my companion, Simon, weeping during Anthem, now his favourite ever song despite having only discovered it for the first time in Manchester - the words seemed to him, as to many others no doubt, completely perfect
- the sweetness of Rafael Gayol's expressions, like an impish child playing with the grown ups, but what a gifted child!
- the way Leonard (or was it just me, because it's my last concert) seemed to feel every word of Bird on a Wire as if he'd just written it this afternoon - actually, as Simon pointed out, it felt that way with every song... Leonard, how do you do it? To surprise me even after seven concerts, with a similar setlist each time, by providing a completely different experience for each concert? How is this possible? Oh yes, I remember, Leonard makes everything possible. Poets are good that way. Gentlemen Poets, even more so. The woman next to me went to Cardiff on a whim, was so blown away she spent her holiday money to come again tonight. I loved that we were all 'oldies' reliving our youth, but feeling simultaneously feeling younger and more energetic than we did before.
That's all folks, I look forward to hearing more of other people's impressions. For me, another sublime evening of that which can't be described. Perfection, though, is never monotonous. You can never have too much. Thank you, Leonard, and thank you Jarkko for giving us somewhere to express our emotion (and begging your forgiveness for having expressed rather a lot of mine lately). (I'm crap at pithy one liners). (Is being Jewish enough excuse?) (Oh, Leonard is Jewish, and he can say everything in a single line...)
Yikes. I'm still here. Thank you and good night.