Har gått som en katt runt den här tråden.
I mitt tycke ett av de bästa uppslagen jag nånsin som jag läst.
Shiften och ni andra som orkar läsa det här.
Tänk dig att du sitter i mörk konsertsal. Helt nedsläckt.
Sen tänder en person en golvlampa på scen. Du ser ett vardagsrum med soffa och fåtöljer. I soffan sitter kvällens artist.
"Well Frank settled down in the walley and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife´s forehead"
Tisdagen 29 oktober 1988 i Stockholm, konserthuset.
En av de bästa konserterna jag varit på.
Finns på skiva dessutom.
Från turne-häftet:
" My father played a little guitar and I had an uncle who played a church organ. They were thinking about replacing him because every Sunday there were more mistakes then there had been the Sunday before.
It got to the point where `Onward Christien Soldiers ` was sounding more like `The Rites of Spring`and finally they had to le him go.
They tore the church down and he took the organ and installed it in his house, he had the pipes going right through the ceiling .
He was also a botanist, he lived in the middle of an orange grove where a train went by and we used to visit him when I was very small and impressionable.
I played a piano that had been out in the rain, of all things, some of the keys were stuck and didn´t opererate so I learned to play the black keys"
Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueDCuOcG6v0I CAN´T THINK.... ..... OF ANYTHING BOW LP2
