Mood for a day
A highly relaxed day today. A good deal of gardening, bearing foxes in mind.
Off this evening to Trading Boundaries to see Steve Howe, guitar legend and member of Yes. He was introduced by Roger Dean too so I got a twofer on massive boyhood heroes. We had opted for a dine and concert option, and had some pleasant enough food on a table with six others. Two folks came took their places next to us, and the people on the far side said they could recommend the bass. The man next to me said he did not eat bass, and as a matter of fact he was a member of the bass anglers bass preservation society. We naturally warmed to these, the man a little older than me was a complete music obsessive, and his partner along because this was the least worst of the options he had offered her of gigs to go to. Lorraine in female solidarity with her quite quickly, although L found herself quite liking Steve Howe and said it was perfect Sunday evening enjoyment.
Service efficient and friendly too. All a far cry from when I first saw Steve Howe playing, on the pitch at QPR stadium on the 10th May 1975 when I was 15. I had of course thoroughly enjoyed myself, and Steve himself was on chatty form and being quite funny and relaxed and playing exquisitely still. A skinny wizard he played everything the fans wanted. He has always been an amazing and distinctive guitarist, and his solo pieces are often little gems. He played old Yes crowd-pleasers such as Clap, Mood for a Day, and an arrangement of To be over, other solo pieces including my favourite Corkscrew. A true hero, who did not let me down.
Due to the weird nature of the lighting, or iPhone limitations the photos of Steve or Roger looked like ghosts. This led to speculation if they were actually live or had already transcended to a higher plane with our new friends on the table.
Below Steve's carpet snapped in the interval, which he seems to carry with him and perform on, and his guitar stand, and a ghostly Roger Dean and Steve Howe below. This was my view, you can see how wee the venue was.
Off this evening to Trading Boundaries to see Steve Howe, guitar legend and member of Yes. He was introduced by Roger Dean too so I got a twofer on massive boyhood heroes. We had opted for a dine and concert option, and had some pleasant enough food on a table with six others. Two folks came took their places next to us, and the people on the far side said they could recommend the bass. The man next to me said he did not eat bass, and as a matter of fact he was a member of the bass anglers bass preservation society. We naturally warmed to these, the man a little older than me was a complete music obsessive, and his partner along because this was the least worst of the options he had offered her of gigs to go to. Lorraine in female solidarity with her quite quickly, although L found herself quite liking Steve Howe and said it was perfect Sunday evening enjoyment.
Service efficient and friendly too. All a far cry from when I first saw Steve Howe playing, on the pitch at QPR stadium on the 10th May 1975 when I was 15. I had of course thoroughly enjoyed myself, and Steve himself was on chatty form and being quite funny and relaxed and playing exquisitely still. A skinny wizard he played everything the fans wanted. He has always been an amazing and distinctive guitarist, and his solo pieces are often little gems. He played old Yes crowd-pleasers such as Clap, Mood for a Day, and an arrangement of To be over, other solo pieces including my favourite Corkscrew. A true hero, who did not let me down.
Due to the weird nature of the lighting, or iPhone limitations the photos of Steve or Roger looked like ghosts. This led to speculation if they were actually live or had already transcended to a higher plane with our new friends on the table.
Below Steve's carpet snapped in the interval, which he seems to carry with him and perform on, and his guitar stand, and a ghostly Roger Dean and Steve Howe below. This was my view, you can see how wee the venue was.
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