How does one write a review of a rock concert? How does one weigh the value of notes played & the poetry rendered through melodic vocals? How does one analyse the chemistry of musicians who have done music together since childhood? How does one measure the uphoria of performing for the seer joy of making good rock n roll music?
And yet you cannot but help stand transfixed when the guitarist gets into a 20 mile long solo with fingers running up and down the fender neck like an olympic hurdler running for gold across the six stringed lane. The drummer beat the hell out of the leather like a primodial entity seeking revenge off an ancient enemy. The bassist grooved with his smoothness holding the music together like a crucible of love. The vocals and the original lyrics cut through the haze and soared above the music like a kite flying unbridled between feelings and razor sharp execution. For wat is music if bereft of feelings and passion.
For a few hours the small crowed at Match Box in HKV witnessed a rock solid performance by a bunch of class musicians who believe in their craft. And am sure I spotted the Devil sitting in a dark corner of that concert hall sipping JW Black label with a smile on his face coz he was for sure paid his fucking dues!
And yet you cannot but help stand transfixed when the guitarist gets into a 20 mile long solo with fingers running up and down the fender neck like an olympic hurdler running for gold across the six stringed lane. The drummer beat the hell out of the leather like a primodial entity seeking revenge off an ancient enemy. The bassist grooved with his smoothness holding the music together like a crucible of love. The vocals and the original lyrics cut through the haze and soared above the music like a kite flying unbridled between feelings and razor sharp execution. For wat is music if bereft of feelings and passion.
For a few hours the small crowed at Match Box in HKV witnessed a rock solid performance by a bunch of class musicians who believe in their craft. And am sure I spotted the Devil sitting in a dark corner of that concert hall sipping JW Black label with a smile on his face coz he was for sure paid his fucking dues!
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