They say that blogs have a natural lifespan... certainly I have neglected mine, due to being involved with other stuff, excuses, excuses. But reluctant to nix it yet - So:
I was in London a few days ago for Keith Tippett's gig at the Cafe Oto and have more or less finished a review. Based on the Wordsworthian definition of poetry, except at a lower aesthetic level (!) - 'emotion recollected in tranquility' - as took no notes and just scribbled down some reactions/observations the following day on the reasonably tranquil train back to God's Little Acre. Tippett is one of my favourite musicians of all down the years so it was a great joy to see him up close - the last time I was in such proximity being a gig in Nottingham years ago, the gig at the Purcell Rooms with his wife Julie a more formal concert affair. And was mind-sizzlingly brilliant, it has to be said. But the combo of the Oto - my favourite venue - and their new grand piano offered a night of Tippettian solo splendour. More later...
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