Ok - so I must apologize. I copping to the plea that it wasn't a bottle of Rothchild or a hand rolled cuban cigar that I sat down with last Saturday night listening to some Yes music +, but more like a bottle of Old English 800 and a Middleton's Black & Mild. ....And it was a beat up crate I used for a recliner.
But on with the conclusion of my Acoustic Evening with Yes...
The synopsis so far : Tuesday morning - set alarm clock 3:30 AM - showered - out the door by 4:15 AM walked two block north from my house to the Tower Records at the Sherman Oaks Galleria. Waited on line until 8:30 AM or so to buy new Yes CD and DVD and recieve wristband for the following night's performance.
Wednesday - take sicktime to leave early so I could get back to the Galleria and get on line at 4:PM. Tower kicks all the customers out of the store and closes it down until 6:30, but they don't allows us back in the store until 7 PM - although the band were supposed to be there at 6:30 PM - they are perpetually late, I suspect by Chris Squire. Everyone always waits for Chris Squire because he's always the last to arrive (I learned this by watching the DVD over the weekend). They get on stage approx 7:25
or so - and go through a round of these songs: Long Distance Runaround, Roundabout (new acoustic version) South Side of the Sky, Show Me (new Jon Anderson tune)Time is Time, Intersection Blues ( Steve Howe solo piece taken from his Natural Timbre album released a few years back), and Your Move (I've Seen All Good People section omitted). When all done and sung, Anderson then said that they'll be back out for a 'meet and greet. I also commented that all wagering on a Yes Death Pool, Steve Howe would be the winner - he being a year and a half younger than Anderson, he looks to be twenty years older- his hair is gone, he looks as if his teeth will fall out and get stuck in his throat, and his utmost body appearence is a withering bag of bones- but yet - you wouldn't have noticed it if you watched the DVD Yesspeak- as evident that his wisdom on living life on a guitar is still sharp as a tack.
Now if you want to talk grumpy- some bug was dangerously up Chris Squire's ass that night- having seen him in public a few times before - he's usually a jovial, bubby person- he would laugh out loud if you brought along the Los Angeles Times Classified ads and read him the car dealership ads- but this time behind his purple granny glasses (and hurray, at least he's got great taste in color), it looked as if wanted to commit murder. For one, the levels on his mike sucked and got to the extent where one could see that he was on the verge of frustration when he slapped it aside. But I hope I brought some cheer to him when I snuck in his latest collaboration with Billy Sherwood called Conspiracy: The Unknown (and what I mean by snuck in- the store rule, (or was it the record company rule?) said they would only be signing the new CD package) and told him straight to his face that this was the best non Yes album I ever heard - that put a shock in his system, because he practically tore it out of my hands to sign it. He seemed glad that someone appreciated it or at least knew of its' existence.
However, Jon Anderson was the happy camper of the entire evening. He's always is when he has his wife, Jane in tow. Jon was the only one who gave me a pleasant greeting as soon my turn in line came up (around 10 PM that evening), shook my hand and I had only time to ask him a fleeting question of whether or not he would be taking his new solo material to the mighty empire of prog label, Insideout Music? He told me all things were possible given time. Spoken like the true sage he is. I bantered with Wakeman about his son, Oliver's collaboration with other prog rock reknown keyboard wiz, Clive Nolan on 1999's Jabberwocky (I would wanted Rick to sign it, because he served as a narrator on it) and Rick told me those two still owed him money for it. I didn't have much to say to Alan - given the time alloted. I figured I've run into him enough times when he used to live in the Valley.
I took my own pictures- and maybe I'll find a way to somehow download them.
They looked tired and exhausted, but it had been a rough PR stunt, and the end result was a highly memorable event -
And I'm outta time- as I gotta punch out. But tomorrow or the next time, I'll be touching briefly on my new collaboration with Larry that could hopefully land me in the pages of Heavy Metal magazine.