Post by maddogfagin on Mar 10, 2019 7:46:32 GMT
[Translated from the French by Monsieur Google]
JETHRO TULL - Paris - Pleyel Room - 24/11/18
Written by Phil93
Published: December 3, 2018
Thirty-one years old that I had not seen Jethro Tull and seriously, it was starting to fail.
The music of the band has generally always pleased me especially thanks to this mix tinged with folk, sometimes rock blues and acoustic melodies ogling towards the middle-aged. Discovered with the fabulous live double of 1978, Bursting Out, I decided to pursue my quest "tullienne" with albums like Aqualung, Crest Of A Knave (for which, besides, I saw the promotional tour at the Zenith in 1987 ), Minstrel In The Gallery and many lives (whether official or not ....).
So here is my musical relationship with this huge jewel of English rock.
Blacky, the well-named had finally escaped from his campaign Nivernaise to go to a concert in Paris. It was a long time, but he did it. Appropriately welcomed by the members of my family, we paid a generous meal and then a few later take the direction of the capital in Mondéo.
Risky business since the yellow vests had invaded the city of Paris. Nothing told us so if we were to arrive safely because the Salle Pleyel, place of our concert was hardly located very far from the neuralgic points of the demonstration.
Taking the decision to park the car at the Porte de Vanves because every time I go there I know and this, thanks to a friend who assures me that there is always room to park on the outskirts. vehicle for free.
When I took the subway, I remembered the subterranean crush that is upsetting you and that does not let you down when you've arrived at your destination. Arrived not without difficulty, because following a parcel bomb discovered in a station located a little further on line 13, the machinist announces us all, that the oar ends its journey to Montparnasse Welcome. We had left to go to Place de Clichy ....... Change then line 6 then direction Charles de Gaulle Etoile and again, the train stopped at Trocadero, the last stations were closed to the public. Blacky then borders on apoplexy.
In Troca, we go up Avenue Kleber to Etoile and there, detonations are heard where the yellow vests are gathered.
The decision is taken to bypass the square on the left, it is side Avenue of the Grande Armée because Champs side, we feel that it can overflow at any moment. So we reach the Avenue de Wagram without too much difficulty, finally if, when coming down this mythical avenue (the room of the same name, the Empire .....), the eyes sting serious, p ** *** of lacrymos. The descent of this avenue (which I have traveled many times), proves to be the most painful of those I have done before. This eventually fades as the charming Place des Ternes comes before us. All that remains for us is to walk up the Faubourg St Honoré to reach our final destination: the legendary Salle Pleyel. A facade that is reminiscent of Hammersmith Odeon.
There, we patiently wait, waiting for the friend Purplexed, third thief of the lot deign finally make an appearance for the less noticed. His legendary "Cuckoo", always tinged with humor, made me flinch a little. "Thirsty" and this, despite the nocturnal freshness that begins to be felt, hammered a determined Blacky and determined to go to the end of his idea. He was right because the Ciney that was offered to us was exquisite.
The room adorned with its finery finally opens its doors because we recognize, it is not very hot in late November.
So yes, Jethro Tull, what about today? Martin Barre moved to other musical horizons is replaced by a young guitarist with the sweet name of Florian Opahle who, as an employee of Ian Anderson Band (composed of both young and "more confirmed" types) is forced to reproduce note for note the solos of his illustrious predecessor including the opener My Sunday Feeling. For this 50th anniversary, we start of course with the oldest repertoire in this case Love Story from This Was, album of 1968 that I confess to know badly. Some may cry "To the scandal !!!!!" but I do not like the shell .... mdrrrrr We continue, still from this album, with the iconic A Song For Jeffrey and a beautiful version of this title blues that is Some Day the Sun Will not Shine. 1968 corresponds, it should be noted, to the passage for the very shortest in the group of Tony Iommi (future Black Sabbath) who won the Rock and Roll Circus Rolling Stones.
Our flautist friend has the idea through this 50-year tour to pay tribute to former members of the group. So will succeed Mick Abrahams, the dreaded drummer Clive Bunker, Jeffrey Hammond and so our Tony Iommi.
Otherwise during the set of musicians that we can qualify as "figures" will intervene to emphasize how important Jethro Tull was in their musical journey. Joe Bonamassa presented by Ian Anderson as the most reputable Tull repertoire, Joe Elliott of Def Leppard, Slash and Steve Harris will have the slightest honor to ask their favorite flutist master for the title ipso facto .
A little Dharma For One, amputated from his drum solo (it's true that the long drum solos belong to another time according to the great Ian.There is only Glenn Hughes and his band for To make us support this type of exercise .....) is proposed to us before a delighted public.
This is the tradition of the Tull: A New Day Yesterday is necessarily chained to Bourée In E Minor and this, for ages. And it is only natural that Sieur Anderson flaunts all his talent as a virtuoso flutist through a flute solo at no time boring. I guess it was the reaction of the public (Astonishment? Discontentment: there too, we do not care about the shell ..... lol) the very first time that big stick took his flute to run so a very personal recovery of the famous piece of the great Bach so much that today in the world of rock, we associate this "classic" ............ of classical music to Jethro Tull. My God and Thick As A Brick (amputee of his famous introduction, pity ....) conclude this superb first set.
For the second set, we then move up a gear with the interpretation of the standards of the group, the standards that unite a whole audience to cheer and this, despite the few small vocal weaknesses that strike our friend Ian. The public does not care, me first and so after an A Passion Play that has never packed me more than that, it's the fabulous Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll, Too Young to Die, Songs From The Woods, Ring Out Solstice Bells, Heavy Horses (what a great title !!!!!!!), Farm On The Freeway (a sublime song from the forgotten Crest Of A Knave) So much so that they publish a live of this fabulous tour) and the inevitable Aqualung are interpreted with a disconcerting mastery. And yet the chief gunner, Martin Barre, is no longer, as I am I said at the beginning of this review, in the group for some years now. Locomotive Breath in a stretched version beautifully seals a magnificent concert. Really a very beautiful ceremony celebrating this no less superb career punctuated by very racy albums beautifully revisited. 50 years is also the golden wedding anniversary for a couple. So for such an opportunity, both get over the Tull, right?