In the interval speech not presented here, looking and sounding like a member of the clergy Robert talked about his memories of Tony Jones. "There is no loss in a life well lived" he said, his voice choked with emotion, "But there is loss."
On Moonchild Fripp plays a solo of haunting high notes that sway and bend as though moved by the gentlest of breezes. For several in attendance it was incredibly moving. Throughout the evening Travis' soprano sax and alto flute, weaving between the rich layers emanating from Fripp's guitar, create a series of evocative images and resonances. Soundscapes have a habit of creating a sense of grace no matter where they are played but when performed in a sacred space like this, then regardless of one’s personal beliefs the music is elevated into something extra special. While a few punters clearly knew what to expect, the vast majority didn't. Trevor Lever, a long-term KC fan who was there that night said that as the concert-goers filed out, one disgruntled retired Major-type was heard to harrumph sotto voce, "These chaps only seem to know one number!"