Well, here we are at the very lovely Ford Amphitheater at Coney Island Boardwalk, sunny Brooklyn, New York. It's all very historic, plus, it's an open air theatre by the sea! I can go paddling.
It's a bit like Blackpool!
Open air meant that there was not only the smell of ozone, but the strong smell of something altogether more 1970s hippy dippy.
Open air meant that there was not only the smell of ozone, but the strong smell of something altogether more 1970s hippy dippy.
This meant that some audience members were more than a little confused (once again) as to exactly who was on the Yestival bill. Not only were they confused about Anderson and Wakeman not being there, they were also confused about why they had just seen Emerson Lake and Palmer, even though Greg was no longer with us, Keith had shot himself, "And of course", said the woman in front of me, "Carl Palmer is dead too." "Er - no, you've just watched him play the drums for half an hour."
Another woman in front of me insisted on dancing wildly, then had a huge row with her boyfriend, who stormed off before Yes came on never to come back. She cheered herself up by dancing wildly to the intermission music, before attaching herself limpit-like to a random woman, and persuading her to sit with her. They held hands and danced together for the rest of the night, bonded as a sisterhood, and no doubt delighted to be watching (in their heads) Anderson and Wakeman.
Another woman in front of me insisted on dancing wildly, then had a huge row with her boyfriend, who stormed off before Yes came on never to come back. She cheered herself up by dancing wildly to the intermission music, before attaching herself limpit-like to a random woman, and persuading her to sit with her. They held hands and danced together for the rest of the night, bonded as a sisterhood, and no doubt delighted to be watching (in their heads) Anderson and Wakeman.
Anyway - same set as before - one song from each of the first ten albums - plus two songs as the encore (Madrigal and Roundabout). And Mr Davison was startlingly resplendent in pleatherette tonight, as you'll see.
And so....here's the Young Person's Guide, the origins of the Yesiverse, and the rush of adrenalin...
And so....here's the Young Person's Guide, the origins of the Yesiverse, and the rush of adrenalin...
Survival.
Time and a Word.
Some nice photos (finally) of Howe Junior.
Yours is No Disgrace.
Gosh. Now, I'm not sure if that's pleatherette as well.
A very moody South Side of the Sky from Fragile.
A perfect And You And I.
My. Not everyone can rock pleatherette, which is a bold fashion choice, but it does allow you to reach that high note.
"Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time..."
Leaves of Green.
Soon.
Going for the One.,,"underneath the flank of a thoroughbred racing chaser..."
Don't Kill the Whale.
Machine Messiah.
Just wonderful.
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