We flew all the way from Australia to see this show, after I somehow convinced my wife that we should take a slight detour via Hamburg on the way to our planned holiday in Portugal, as I figured that sadly, I’m probably never going to see King Crimson play the Sydney Opera House. We holed up in the Hamburg Park Hyatt to get over the jetlag, and on the morning of the concert at breakfast I was surprised to see a gentleman who looked a lot like Mr Fripp sitting at a table quite near us, drin...