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<< We were there - where were you? >>

L5 & 6, as I recall, about fifty feet in front of ian. weren't the lights 
annoying? I really loathe and detest those mac500's and anything else that 
swivels insanely, like the blitz had returned, and with the power to detach 
retinas all over the audience. and those naff gobo's on the rear screen.... I 
wanted to find the lighting guy and thump him, but steve stopped me. 
btw, this concert and most of the others at the south bank this year have 
been getting really shitty write-ups in london's "famous" time out "listings 
magazine". they described this gig as a "runt-king-crimson" while jackson and 
davison are described as "poor saps" in a scathing preview of emerson's 
forthcoming. they quite like the idea of pere ubu playing along to a film, 
but the headliners the same night, the electric prunes, are dismissed as just 
another revival moneyspinner. my mum used to say "if you can't think of 
anything nice to say then fuck off and keep y'r opinions to y'rself" only 
without the swearing. I'm not saying that journalists shouldn't have personal 
opinions, but they should try to be.... ah, I dunno..... dead, or something. 
it's like being back at school. I didn't become this deeply hip by trying to 
be as hip as someone else, I did it on my own. where's nick kent when you 
need him, eh?

duncan/m400nr1098, still sulking.