I hardly dare breath as I enter...
Tonight has a homemade, improvised feel. I’m at Café Oto in
Dalston. The trendy Hackney café bar with its carefully designed ‘work in
progress’ style is already nearly full as I arrive part way through the first
of three acts, Paul Abbott and
Ute Kanngiesser. Their set is an improvised piece, of such intensity
that I hardly dare breath as I enter, and I certainly don’t make for the bar.
Ute has limited herself to live improv for the past 10 years and the piece is
as fascinating to watch as it is to hear. Live music normally adds to its
recorded counterpart through the performance, but in this case nothing has ever
been recorded! Here, the artists have to focus on, and take their lead from
each other, bringing an immediate intensity into the room, such that no one in
the audience wants or dares to break. There is so much beauty, passion and
depth to the piece and performance that when it is finished there is not so
much a round of applause as a corporate exhalation. Only when we have been
freed to breath again can we express our appreciation.
I definitely need a beer after this and some time to process
what I have just experienced! Eventually, with a pint of home-brew, I find a
seat. For the first time this evening I am able to relax. As I realise that I
did actually enjoy the intense experience of the opening act, I am suddenly struck
by a revelation, a moment of seeing the trees for the wood. We are
all part of the creative process.
Most gigs are about seeing and hearing talented people recreate
what they have prepared earlier. In this case however, the music was as
homemade as the beer and the surroundings, and we were all part of it’s
development. As we strained to see Paul Abbott reach for one set of sticks only
to change his mind as he listened intensely to Ute, our reactions, our presence
in the room, our concentration - all these things helped to form the piece.
A gigantic crash as the homemade pendulum swings the other way...
And then, as I dwell upon such lofty thoughts and accommodate
these delusions of grandeur, we are all brought back down to earth with a
gigantic crash as the homemade pendulum swings the other way. Suddenly from the
sublime creative studio of Abbott and Kanngisesser C Joynes and the drone of
his guitar rudely awaken us. We are no longer part of the process, just
onlookers. The only intensity is in the face of the artist as he appears to be wrestling
each song from some deep part of his being. It is fruitless however, because regardless of
how deep he digs nothing communicates with the audience. Time for another pint
and to move swiftly on!
With a second drink in hand I move to the front and claim a
chair on the front row. There are those who love to examine every piece of
equipment their musical heroes use, and my new seat certainly affords me such
an opportunity as I have a clear sight of the stage. Well I say stage… in
actual fact it looks far less like a stage and more like the inside of a man
shed! There is an upturned packing case, various different lengths of tube,
sheets of sandpaper, hammers and a collection of all those little plastic and
metal things you keep thinking will come in useful one day and never do! As
their name suggests, the headline act 75 Dollar Bill are American.
They explain
that on arriving in Europe they had the universally dreaded nightmare at
baggage reclaim – missing baggage! On this occasion their beloved percussion
instruments. What else to do but visit the nearest hardware shop to the airport
and buy all the bits they needed and simply recreate the percussion set! At
least to my left there are a couple of guitars, although even these are not standard
fare for a normal gig. This act promises to be interesting. In fact, they turn out to be mesmerising. At times the junkyard percussion is like
listening to the start of Genesis’ 1974 avant-garde free-form improvised ‘The Waiting Room’ live. At others it blends with the
guitar in a glorious rhythm (much like listening to the end of Genesis’ 1974 avant-garde free-form improvised ‘The Waiting Room’ live!). The homemade motif just continues to flow through
the evening!
Their final song is an epic masterpiece that sucks the whole
audience in as it flows freely around the venue, reaching out and round and
through me until I feel one with the band and the music. There is a very real
sense that I don’t want the track to end but when it does it brings such
closure that I know I have been part of a special experience and my life is
richer for it.
The lack of a new CD in my bag...
I leave the venue and pass the merch. stand without
purchasing anything, which is most unusual for me. Reflecting on the train home
on the lack of a new CD in my bag it dawns that this has been the truest ‘live’
event I have been to during my 50/50 challenge year. The completely improvised first set - heavily
concentrating, not daring to breathe in case any single breath changed the
composition for ever - and the total submersion of 75 Dollar Bill’s final song
is not anything I could properly experience on vinyl or CD. The second act I
wouldn’t want to and the less said about that the better!
All 48 previous gigs have offered slight variations on
albums and songs I had or now have in my iTunes library and there have been
some very special moments at those concerts. Tonight, on the other hand, is an
experience that will not be repeated and it feels so much more significant for
it.
Confession time! A few years ago I went to see Cher live -
let me just say I brought tickets as a present for someone! It was a
spectacular spectacle as you can imagine. What I noticed (which, incidentally, was
not that I was quite possibly the only straight guy there!) was that everyone
was trying to capture the experience on their phone. It was a perfect example
of the post-modern generation as they recorded the current high before they
searched for the next one. People, it seems to me, are so scared of missing ‘that’
moment that they fail to live every moment.
Tonight I lived the music. I have nothing but my memory of the gig, no CD, no handheld video - I didn’t
try and record it, running the risk of diluting it every time I showed it to
unimpressed friends who could in no way be expected to understand, not because
they are musical philistines, but simply because they were not part of the
experience! Of course, I can only
revisit it in my memory, but it is etched there because I lived it. Tonight remains the truest live event I have been to this year - partly beacuse of the improvisation, partly the homemade nature of the whole evening and partly because the memory won't be worn away by listening to a CD again and again.
I once thoroughly upset a friend who left me
an answer machine message of white noise (she thought I would have a clear recording of I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For!) at a U2 concert because I said I
didn’t appreciate the message! Her defence was that she wanted me to experience
the concert! She was at the concert, I was at home. I was glad she was there,
but no amount of white noise on my answer machine made me part of that gig or
could help me experience that unique moment in time that she was sharing with
thousands of others and U2!
So I’ll stop blogging now as I suspect that the 2 or 3 of
you who have read this far were not at this gig with me tonight and nothing I
can do will let you fully into the marvellous memory I have of it! But I will
encourage you to go to your next gig, not intent on recording it all for later
consumption and Youtube but instead to be part of the experience because that
is what a live music event is…
Concert: 49 of 50
Date of Gig: Mon. 29th February 2016
Venue
Cafe Oto
Artists
75 Dollar Bill
C Joynes
Concert: 49 of 50
Date of Gig: Mon. 29th February 2016
Venue
Cafe Oto
Artists
75 Dollar Bill
C Joynes
Abbott and Kanngisesser
Running total of artists seen 100
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