blow of rock'n'roll life.
Neil thanks us and signs to the drummer to start
the next one. We shouldn’t get cold.
cunning sound hole
Mr Young inquires about our health. It’s OK !
! Continue thus to heat our bodies and our hearts ! ! Neil starts
the first of the new songs played this night.
your disappeared voice
Its atmosphere grips my heart. I pour a tear of
blood. But at once Neil knows to heal up this kind of wounds while
throwing this extraordinary song which is Sleeps_With_Angels. What
a pleasant surprised !
his head cracked
Neil : "Thank you. Nice to see you. I’m glad
to be back in Germany again. Thanks". It is reciprocal ! !
! Neil deleted or forgot My_Girl envisaged after Differently. Now,
he goes to his very last hit which is of an extreme and adorable
soul is the target
The sound of this band is very good. Neil found
an excellent musical balance ! The women’s choruses are not in subdued
voices. The piano is not in a low tone compared with the guitars.
And the drums . . . But listen to them ! Look at this drummer !
What a energy ! He is fabulous !
drums on the hillock
Neil leaves his Old Black once more and has a
drink of water. "We still love it. It’s not a problem for us
to do it". Neil could have taked up this space with a new song.
"But That’s ok. We love all songs. Hope you like it".
to live with her
Astrid and Pegi strike hands what gives a new
tonicity to this old song. Neil introduces the next one. "Another
for you. A long time ago from Zuma. Hope you like this one ".
Of course that we love it ! It is not allowed to have the slightest
doubt about it !
These haunting notes were never impressed as beauty
and freedom as this evening. Neil you can be proud for it ! Does
Neil has a drink and " How y'a doin’ ?". I return him
his question ! Neil awaits the phone call from Pegi to start the
next one. He sings with conviction.
action is sitting
At the end, perhaps for doing in the right way
to help his product, to sell his talks which often misunderstood
through his cds, Neil gets excited on his Old Black during two minutes.
It may be that he only tries to get free from the sandglass. Neil
seems disturbed : "Thank you. How y'a doin’ ?". A guy
asks him Old_Man. His guitar set out again to be tuned. Now Neil
tunes it, rings it. He address to us "Perfect !". The
particular sound of whitch Old Black chimed there is absolutely
no doubt about the song which will be the next one.
in som’ large gusts
The charm of the moon, which, tonight, is close
to the first quarter, works. Each member of the band lets oneself
soothe by the melody, and starts together a recent and quite sad
by untidy way
At half-way, Astrid turns her back on the band
while sitting down at the piano. She remains with this instrument
for the song which ends Are_You_Passionnate.
my heart with scentless
Pegi can be happy on this song. Contrary to my
neighbors, this music doesn’t fill all my heart. I could not tell
you the reason. I like the harmonica and some of many riffs which
strew this slow melody and which is perhaps too "Soul"
for my present-day soul. Waiting for his guitar, Neil fills. The
temperature continues its fall : the tuning must be frequent. Neil
does his best to heat his hands. "How y'a doin’ out there
? Well I gotta few more songs for you up here. Maybe a half hour
or 45 minutes or something like that. Yeah, you know how happy we
are to be in Germany. Neil points Poncho out : That's what he just
said to me : ‘Very happy’. Poncho raises his arms. Neil imitates
him but is especially to stretch his numb limbs. A good neil joke
would heat himself, one of the kind : "the next song . . .
Poncho and others people name it ‘ma old song’". In fact, Neil
introduces the next song mumbling something and laughs. Neil is
pleased with his joke.
potbellies swells up
The steam comes out of the mouthe in big cloud.
Everyone gesticulates on this furious version where Booker T manages
more than honourably. Yeah ! ! ! Neil turns round towards Smokey
"Minute" and tunes and listened to his fetish guitar.
"Yeah ! Two_Old_Friends", he calls out in an irritated
tone to one of his guy. Poncho takes his acoustic guitar.
speedy and right way
It emanates from this song a very Greendale side
by a disillusioned analysis of the world today with a blues which
predicts much his saga which will be realized a few months later.
I'm not imagining it : this night love and music is everywhere.
My shouted "How y'a doin’ ?" is also repeated by another
one. Neil, of his test, gradually launches his famous song of Buffalo
right way or it's not
On this rhythm, everyone is warmed up and especially
Neil who excels himself in his guitar playing ! Magical ! One "Thank
you" between two tunings. Neil works much with his sharp ear
this evening between songs. That gives him thirst, he drinks even
a mouthful while flowing down the river !
new reached shores
A record ! Twenty seven minutes ! And we never
at any time listen wearily ! What a real delight ! An extraordinary
performance ! Astrid chokes herself and Booker T is speechless.
Poncho laughs and throws mischievousness glances to Duck who fell
into a deep trance. Neil answers by a great sensitivity to the bewitching
notes of Poncho then to those of Booker T. Pegi and Smockey are
admiring. Neil seems delighted, thanks us ("Thank you everybody"),
and leaves the stage ! We howl. We applauds. Ah ! The band comes
back. A curtain call was well envisaged on the original setlist.
Lastly, that was to be Helpless ! But Neil directs us towards a
wild rock'n'roll full of revolt.
Neil launches a mocking laugh in the song which
bring a smile to our faces. Neil dances with Poncho, then gets worked
up on insane and repeated riffs ad infinitum which amuse the band
and the audience. The song ends in a jolt ! "You are so good
we’ll play another one". Neil slips Old Black to Larry to tune
it again for a last time by miming us that his technician is excellent.
Small waiting. Then, Neil makes some light tunings. Larry comes
back to put the chain with its harmonica around the Neil neck. This
one takes off his hat to facilitate the Larry task. Neil takes advantage
of that to greet us with his cow-boy hat. Neil adjusts his horn
with free reeds and rocks us in a blue light.
Astrid protects her glance by appropriate glasses.
Blue. The air vibrates by the blue of the strings and the metal
strips. We leave with the traveller. At the piano, Poncho has an
eye on the rearview mirror and thus doesn’t catch out by the end
of the trip. Neil greets us, gets rid of his guitar and abandons
us, and there were we are still in our dream.
(January 4, 2004)