Robert Fripp's Diary for Sunday, 17th August 2008

Robert Fripp's Diary

	Sunday, 17th August 2008

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#730, Loew’s Midtown Motor Inn, 8th. Avenue between 48th. & 49th., NYC.

Waking from a dream of being hunted. Why the subject matter of the dream, I wonder? The good news: the Minx was in my dreams.

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14.34 Lotsa computing.

15.26 Lobby Call 15.40.

Off to the Nokia for the final performance of the Crimson Celebration Tour.

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Around 19.00 Hellboy Tom & myself had a sense of something off. I feel offness in my heart. Usually, this particular feeling registers an intention that is positively negative. Perhaps directed ill-will, resentment (such as was ongoing with certain former members of Crim who nevertheless came to shows in London); someone coming to disrupt the event, for whatever reason; maybe a bootlegger (the euphemism taper doesn’t convey the non-consensual nature of their act, which is to take something from the performance which is not theirs to take, and then to deny the damage done).

Introductory Soundscaping prior to the Crimson set, but this sense of something off continued into the performance for perhaps 30-40 minutes. Then, gradually, the music took over the centre & the performance strengthened on the inside. On the outside, the performance was strong for most of the show.

A very supportive audience, standing & coming to the front of stage for the final encores. A lone woman stood in front of Adrian for Walking On Air; as would once have been said, too muched by the song.

The band stood & acknowledged the audience. When the flashes started going off, I left the stage. There will be posts: Fripp walked off the stage when his Band Buddies were waving to the audience! He disrespected me! What a creep! The matter is simple: I’m not there for the photo session. When photography gets going, so do I. Surely, no surprises here.

Afterwards, a band-centering & a glass of champagne together. We have enjoyed this tour.

Conversations with AQM Hellboy Tom & FQM Terry on the way out of the venue. Both felt something very off before the audience-line entered the theatre. Terry felt the difference when leaving the SoundSculptured Space & going out into the theatre & along the line.

Music has the power to reconcile disruption, but it doesn’t act like a lobotomy: our acceptance of what’s going on is necessary.

Back to the hotel & packing I...