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big gigs
the colston hall in bristol has a new staircase of awesome proportions. half the blessing fills this with ominous low frequency emissions. The Judge conducts in a plague mask, the ice cream trembles.
later in the main hall a many tentacled gtb takes to the stage. a strung quartet provides plaintive pizzicato, glittering glissandi, disconsolate discord. a lone trombone contributes power and pathos. electric guitar supplements and surpasses with ethereal noise and dainty twang. the mermaid bewitches us all. the solid core of gtb harnesses the yin and yang of this textural landscape with awe and amazement. we rock.
less than one week later and we are flaunting our wares to the great and the good of the european jazz establishment in glasgow, land of my mysterious father’s father. this time we are compact, compressed, confident. we rock again.
so it goes.
