The opening section of this concert reminds me of a builder laying out his tools one after the other, [endtease]then carefully assembling something that is both fixed yet flexible. It’s a delicate process that can’t be rushed and so as Time Stands Still, a little after seven minutes and with the initial structure in place, yet more connective layers are applied. Here, the stakes are raised making something possible – bringing down the light. The tingle factor? Way off the scale for this listener. Following some questions from the audience, Fripp returns to the guitar to ask some questions of his own via an ominous sounding Queer Space Whole Tone. Perhaps the answer he’s looking for is found during Requiem, a solemn almost chilling blend of the beautiful and the breath-taking; the micro and the macro all at the same time - the crowded “alone” as large as a world and as small as a stone (as e e cummings didn’t quite say.) As far as the guitarist was concerned at the time “A very good audience & (subjectively) I enjoyed the performance the most of the tour so far. This means nothing as regards the music or the event.”
