Danish
YES. APPARENTLY John Cale WAS good. excellent in fact, but a concert is more than just music. Sieg's last episode review on Monday makes me wonder where he was during the concert itself. Was he behind the loudspeaker, or is there a special reviewer's stand in Tatuba 2? If he had stayed in the hall with the less privileged, he would have had to write about the conditions that prevailed there www
Why isn't there anything written about the car that went far down Gl. King's Road? About how few of all those who were encouraged actually entered. And about how little space there was for those who came inside: about all the men who had to fight their way up an incredibly narrow staircase to
take a seat in the cow in front of the 2 toilets +1 1/2 m peeing, (there were 2-to-pigowe's!)? And what about the guards who played catch during the break, ignoring all the people they were kicking and shoving. I think these things play a role when you have to refer to what happened in the salt warehouse that Saturday.
And wouldn't it be smart if Klub Tatuba saw 1 the eyes of big names krm harte) ver presale of tickets, and setting up chairs. Maybe I'm not in possession of the right spirit, but at least I was trouble. destroyed after 2 hours huddled on that floor.
It smells a bit too much of profiteering and gross exploitation of the young, perhaps it would be in its place with a little
real information about Tatubas. (and the House's) structure.
STEEN MADSEN
Helgesvej 22
2000 F
p.s. I missed reviews of Sparks, as well as Freddie King, who decides what is worth slot space?
Soar: The reviewer of the information was at the back of the hall and looked fine, and since he didn't have to pee, he didn't notice much to the people outlined above.
Information's editors decide what to report. But sometimes it can be missed with manpower for the topics you would like to see reviewed.
victory
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A hard Sunday night in Aarhus
AfLASSE ELLEGAARD
John Cale had had a rough night in Arhus. Now, on Monday morning, he sat stretched out in one of Tirstrup airport's armchairs and rested his feet on the smoking table in front of him, so that people could see that he was gliding without socks in November. His eyes were closed behind the sunglasses, and he purposely did not consider the eager Japanese who sat around him and talked business over his tired figure. When, somewhat later, he had moved onto the scheduled plane to Kastrup and had allowed himself to be dumped into the first seat he saw, he fell over and became silent. This time without sunglasses.
He looked like a man who was more bored than usual.
AND CALE looks like he's usually bored. When he went on stage in the Gjellerup center's theater the other day, wearing a white net over his head, it was without enthusiasm. When he put the net away after the first number, and you could see he was wearing motorcycle goggles and a black scarf over his lower face, a la Derrück Western bank robber, it was
it was even more obvious that he was bored. And it was crystal clear after he had thrown away all the trappings and just played with these sunglasses on, which are remembered from his latest record cover. The problem with that concert was that at no time did anyone see his eyes. Or perhaps rather, that no one at any time wondered why it didn't even matter to see his eise.
The music short as it should be. No commentary between tracks, no superficial gas but communication with the audience, just this monotone rock machine that gave the New-York-coolcat-scene-and-who-does-you-think-is-running-this-glass number in a theater hall in Brabrand be the people with young people of all ages. Cale knew well that this job was one that had to be done. And yet there was a bang on the New York rock machine. Even if you are bored by it, you can do your work well.
And the hall Ad Jet all like that, it was as if it had eaten Blue Sun short before, when they played a beautiful and calm set, where the music was harmonious and manly
contrast to Cale's mechanical energy. After all, it was not decisive what was played, but that it was played. For the hall that is.
WHAT WAS PLAYED was much more important at the other end of Arhus and the surrounding area, Inde på Trinbrædtet in Vestergade, where there was an amateur competition in rhythmic music. The people who stood on each other's backs all the way after dinner to listen to the alternating groups were much more involved. Neither the fans nor the musicians showed any fatigue, the fatigue that John Cale demonstrated not only on stage, but also on stage. , when he and his band were forced into Vester gude 1 by a public transport bus. Into an environment where people participated in the things that were happening.
Cale was sitting in a back seat there in the public transport bus, looking like someone who registered the indisputable fact that Arhns is not London and not at all New York. He sat by himself in a complete nade, while his musicians and roadies huddled in the other places. What do you give when there is no limousine?
