The concert was simple, in a cozy semi-renovated hall, for less than 500 people, just Ken Hensley and his guitar/piano; later a local band joined (how cool is that, to play with such a celebrity? One of the pluses of Georgia - it's a small country, and community of any alternative trends is even smaller = you can be really special easier:). People could ask questions, and they did - from the most banal ("how do you like our country") to quite interesting ones; from short and concrete to remembrance stories ("do you remember how you were playing "July Morning" in Tokio and drinking water simultaneously?" He did! And he repeated it!). And in this small hall he gave all himself to people who came to listen; and you could really feel that it's a real music, something of a value, something not to be missed.
My favorite track (okok, the only on e I knew before the concert...:)) but still great, rait? :)
Just couldn't stop comparing it to the concert of Bob Dylan in Vilnius, a couple of years ago. The Great Musician was sitting almost his back to people; everyone was asked to remain seated, not to stand or dance or move in any way. The whole evening reminded a public movie screening - he was equally remote, just like all his band. Why did they even come there, no idea. Thanks to Ken Hensley though, for bringing back my faith in great musicians and their music.
There is nothing better than waking up the next day after a good concert. It seems like nobody and nothing can ruin the day for you.
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