The power of Musical Nostalgia.
Last night oh my giddy aunt last night.
Went to see Steve Hackett in holmfirth, it is impossible to express how much i enjoyed it. Steve was on stage for just short of 3 hours in this time he gave a tour de fore of his extensive back catalogue including, and this for me was the best of it, a chunk of genesis classics. Lets be fair Steve since leaving genesis over 30 years ago has built up an impressive body of work with some exceptional pieces such as Spectral mornings,ace of wands and everyday, and continues to write music that showcases his exceptional ability. The thing is that the music created by genesis whilst he was a part of it was an exotic hybrid that surpassed the individual talents of the five highly talented musicians who fought to get there contributions onto the next album. I suppose i must also accept that as teenagers we are very susceptible to the music scene around us at that time and it will affect us for the rest of our life. Genesis definitely did this to me.
So back to the gig,Steve opened with loch lomond from his latest album and through the evening several other tracks from this album were showcased along with many of his earlier solo pieces.However my evening began to soar skywards as the genesis material began to get aired.
Firth of fifth contains my favourite guitar solo ever, ever, ever, and i knew he would perform it, its almost his signature piece, but i just wasn't ready for such an incredible performance. It made the seconds out live version seem one dimensional and sent me to heaven, a place i returned to as Steve morphed a classical guitar piece i didn't recognise into Blood on the Rooftops. Carpet Crawlers, Fly on a Windshield, and Los Endos maintained the dizzying hights of the nights performance, but he really FUCKED MY BRAINS OUT with an unexpected encore of Watcher of the Skies. Here I was back amongst the like minded hippies i thought had hung up their boots in 1979, head banging unashamedly to a monster prog rock classic. I thought i was 14 again, I may as well have been on speed cos i absolutely rocked out in wild uncontrolled fashion just like everyone around me. Fuck but i want it all back.
Went to see Steve Hackett in holmfirth, it is impossible to express how much i enjoyed it. Steve was on stage for just short of 3 hours in this time he gave a tour de fore of his extensive back catalogue including, and this for me was the best of it, a chunk of genesis classics. Lets be fair Steve since leaving genesis over 30 years ago has built up an impressive body of work with some exceptional pieces such as Spectral mornings,ace of wands and everyday, and continues to write music that showcases his exceptional ability. The thing is that the music created by genesis whilst he was a part of it was an exotic hybrid that surpassed the individual talents of the five highly talented musicians who fought to get there contributions onto the next album. I suppose i must also accept that as teenagers we are very susceptible to the music scene around us at that time and it will affect us for the rest of our life. Genesis definitely did this to me.
So back to the gig,Steve opened with loch lomond from his latest album and through the evening several other tracks from this album were showcased along with many of his earlier solo pieces.However my evening began to soar skywards as the genesis material began to get aired.
Firth of fifth contains my favourite guitar solo ever, ever, ever, and i knew he would perform it, its almost his signature piece, but i just wasn't ready for such an incredible performance. It made the seconds out live version seem one dimensional and sent me to heaven, a place i returned to as Steve morphed a classical guitar piece i didn't recognise into Blood on the Rooftops. Carpet Crawlers, Fly on a Windshield, and Los Endos maintained the dizzying hights of the nights performance, but he really FUCKED MY BRAINS OUT with an unexpected encore of Watcher of the Skies. Here I was back amongst the like minded hippies i thought had hung up their boots in 1979, head banging unashamedly to a monster prog rock classic. I thought i was 14 again, I may as well have been on speed cos i absolutely rocked out in wild uncontrolled fashion just like everyone around me. Fuck but i want it all back.