June 28, 2000
Written by Robert Fripp
An evening significantly undermined by customary violation.
Probably the first response, even reaction, of any performer when confronted with a spoiling manoeuvre is to protect the integrity of the show. This, whether the spoiling is intentionally mischievous or malicious, or "unintentional", as with drug & alcohol use/abuse; or behaviour stemming from consciencelessness, carelessness, regardlessness, selfishness and/or insensitivity; the fetishisation of performance/performers; even "simple" ignorance - that is, the basement rampant.
So, the performer's first reaction, built in over their entire lifespan in public, is likely to be this: the show must go on. This is, after all, why they are there - regardless of whichever "world" of performance their centre of gravity is directed towards: sacred, superlative, professional or habitual. If the performer's world is undermined, what then?
Several Italian posters to the Guestbook, in high dudgeon at the collapse of the Rome show, pointed out (should anyone actually need further confirmation of the failings, hypocrisy & unpleasantness of That Terrible Fripp) of how this awful little man - despite posters displaying "no photography" placed around the venue, several announcements beforehand requesting no photography, and even an interruption of the performance with a personal appeal from the guitarist for the ongoing photography to stop - had actually been nasty enough to leave the stage after 2 encores & not return for more when he, finally, he was unable to continue honourably to function in his role. How unreasonable! No discipline this man! All the nasty things you ever read about him are true! He declares his position clearly & then acts in accordance with this clearly declared position! What a creepo breath!
So at Barcelona, from & for myself, I have given myself permission to employ an alternative strategy in response to ongoing violation at performances.
The feeling from the violation tonight was different to that in Germany. Here, the ongoing flashes felt like a heedless, careless voracity unknowing of its consequences. In Germany, the flashes felt more knowing & aggressive.
As I awoke this morning at 09.08 the person next door was clearing their throat. The smell from the drains continued to waft upwards through the handbasin to clear my nasal passages whenever bending forwards to clean teeth.
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