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7. 6. 2003 Munich Circus Krone
(only 1000 capacity)
AC/DC
....just fuckin' brilliant....
some
more pics. |
Fixed
to the ceiling it hangs there, burnt in metal...Today the bell's gotta
ring, so mates be there... etc. etc. etc.... The whole rhime is written
somehow a bit different from a famous writer named Friedrich Schiller. |
12. 6. 2003 Salzburg
Rockhaus
Thin Lizzy
Oh
jesus... this is one of these concret hard nuts, I hate so much to
review. Fuck man, yes, John
Sykes is a
brilliant guitarist, and Scott
Gorham owns
kinda cultstatus and of course the name Thin
Lizzy. And you
can do a lot with that one. Four years ago the past legend had been
digged out of it's grave. Why?! Because they wanted Phil
Lynott to
raise up from the Death again?! No, I don't think so, and it won't be
possible anyway. Or because you guys were not very successful with
your solo-stuff, and you wanted to make a little bit more money with
famous Lizzy songs?! And Phil watches you from up there and sings
halleluja. Yes, your frist try did work out, didn't it, - in 1999.
Second time the flags weren't hoisted that high anymore. And because all
good things are 3, we give it one more try. I'm not quite sure, if
they're having only a bad day or if the energy is wasted now. The
context of the setlist at least is exactly the same like in 2000. The
encore is still "The
Boys Are
Back In Town"
and Mr. Sykes still refuses to play "Whiskey
In The Jar"
whatever reasons for. Apart from that, the soundengineer didn't seem to
have his best day either. And the quite often appearing wrong tune hurts
a lot. Or was it Mr. Gorhams fault, who didn't look very happy
that night. Caught in a cage, where there is no way out. Songs for the
eternity, which can't be reached to a level of a Phil Lynott. So
therefore those guys here are forced to play these songs over and over
again, only maybe with another little improvisation inbetween. You call
that stagnating synchronization of past days. Shame, 'cause I bet
there's so much mor creativity within John
Sykes and Scott Gorham, which
ain't used. But the legend and it's spirituell head doe not allow such a
thing. You can't renew a legend, can you?!! So for heaven's sake, let
this tour be the last one in the name of Thin
Lizzy, and let
Phil continue to live in these songs and not an almost cloned copy, -
okay John?! The legend will be immortal anyway. (PS.: ...like your socks!) |
5. 6. 2003 Munich
Olympiahalle
Rolling Stones
No,
no for f...sake no! This here is definately not the best concert, I've
seen lately. And musically they are not the best band in the world. But,
and that's a matter of fact, they are the biggest rockband this planet
has ever seen in it's history for the past 40 years. That's as sure as a
day has 24 hours. Mick,
Keith, Ronnie and Charlie,
each of them - already at a certain Rock'n'Roll stoneage, give us the
lively prove, that you can still rock beyond the third midlife crisis
and uncountable excesses, which the snake has injected into Adam with
it's poison tooth. Mick, almost aged 60, is jumping like a Kangooroh .
And Keith is standing above all critics, moving along in an abstract way
and causing the impression of constantly needing a toilet. Ronnie
the baby in the group, and after 30 years, still the new guy, with a new
short haircut, offers Keith a permanently a shoulder to lean on to,
just in case of course. And last but not least, there's Charlie, sitting
behind his little drumkit with no face expression and the attitude, let
them do the show, it's not my business. Inbetween the songs, there's
always a little break, but nobody's complaining about that. Hey man,
it's the Stones.
At least they did one new record. Within my entire carriere as a
musicjournalist I've never spotted such a huge setlist, sticked down to
the stagefloor, measuring at least 50 x 50 inch. One thing is for sure.
Even if you're badly shortsighted, you'd be able to read the titles of
the songs. But who wants to wear glasses on stage? And we ain't quite
free of wrinkles. But at least the boys don't suffer any beerbellys yet,
which increases the youthful esprit up to 198 % . Okay, that's it,
what's up to the visual aspect. Well,as we all know, the Olympichall in munich ain't necassarelly the most fantastic soundtemple. But also this fact can't harm the Rolling Stones. I mean, it's not that common, they play such a small gig (12.000 fans), perform on two stages on one end and the other, just to make sure, evrybody gets a close up. It is a fantastic feeling, that someone causes a storm of enthusiasm just by showing up. Only the Stones can do that. Streetfighting Man does the intro, not only for the gig, also for the whole european tour, it's purely nostalgy. But a Stones song is always up to date as well, even it's 35 years old. They're also playing some odd and unusal tunes from the Tattoo You album or Let It Bleed. Only Midnight Rambler comes across in a rather unusal but quite interesting version. However, Honky Tonk Woman, Jumpin Jack Flash and Brown Sugar ain't missing. And that's the main point. Another highpoint - Keith's vocal slot on two tracks, which causes a rumbling stomach ache on one side, (Keith you'll never be able to sing within the next 100 years!) but on the other hand, he lets us standing and sitting there with happy faces, because we're so close to our epitome of bad boy of Rock'n'Roll. Keith, you are the greatest, the coolest, the father of Rock'n'Roll image. And for christ sake, no other musicician could ever compete with you. We luv ya'. The encore is of course Satisfaction, and they don't seem rediculous still doing this tune, even they still will be dong it in 20 years time, when they're eighty something. The Stones are The Stones. The hugest, the biggest, the over all standing rockband, which has ever existed... Any more questions? |
31.05. 2003 Munich
Zenith
Whitesnake / Bonfire
One
thing I wanna take ahead. Whitesnake
was always David
Coverdale, it
is David Coverdale, and it always will be David Coverdale, and nobody
else. There might be really some excellent musicians in the current
line-up, who really know how to play, but within the sight of Mr.
Coverdale they degenerate down to meaningless shades. That's the first
of my three realizations. And the second one's coming up now. Either the
snake has left it's skin behind, thanks to a brandnew living cell
therapy from the US., which proves energetically that you can still look
45 when you're 59. Okay, at least what's up to the shape and the
acrobatic-erotic performance up on stage. Coverdale is the so born
showman. He knows, how to bann people with his wit and chasrima. He
doesn't stand still for one second and spills an enormous amount of
sexual timbre of the 20 years Whitesnake philosophy - "Sex and Blue
and Rock'n'Roll" over us. Most of all, the ladies in the first five
frontrows of the altar are aware about all this and show their smiling
beatific faceexpressions. Coverdale's big advantage is the enormous
hitpotentional he can look back to and show off with at live
performances. Each title is an ace for itselves. "In
The Still Of The Night",
an excellent track which is musically created by John Sykes, or "Gimme
All Your Love" ,
also comosed by the just mentioned guitarist. But also "There
Ain't No Love In The Heart Of The City",
originally sung by Bobby Bland, melts like vanilla icecream in our ears,
and dripps like a fine spreading fog down on us. The history is taken
apart from the bluesy beginnings 'till the all american commercial beats.
You can't overhear the handwriting of a Micky
Moody and Bernie Marsden
and you don't miss the riffs of Adrian
Vandenberg
thanks to their big input in Whitesnake songs. Thoses musicians you
truliy can't name faceless shades. And Bonfire for the 175th time, or is it the 235th time. I don't know, and I don't really care, because the band stands for down to earth good time Rock'n'Roll and they show their common power performance, sometimes more intensively sometimes not. If the slot of the supportact is a gift of heaven or of the circumstances, or is it the ungrateful part to play the starter engine of the actual star, is up to each individual. On one hand, you get the chance to get introduced to a big audiance and conquer their hearts in the shadow of the superstar. But on the other hand there's also the danger to get lost and degenerated as a middleclass whosoever band. Hmmm difficult to say in this case. This audiance here knows Bonfire very well from all these countless headliner gigs with a bombastic lightshow and a full length show. Of course, automatically you start comparing this show to earlier events. And this one sucks. Though frontman Claus Lessman can manage to draw a part of the Whitensnake audiance in his direction. This is mainly due to his professional live experience over many years and lots of selfconfidence. Bonfire are acting like always, not much difference to other times, apart from the cut down light and sound circumstances. But it's those circumstances, which wake up this tricky impression of not likeing the show - in our mnds. No, - Bonfire ain't bad at all, but they seem not right at this place here and their aura gets lost. The bavarian hardrockers belong on a stage on their own in their full outfit and with everything behind it - as king of the roads, pardon, stage, without restrictions and without another too highly praised headliner. Only in that case Bonifre are really brilliant and typically Bonfire inclusively their tribute to Sweet Home Alabama. And the Mississippi murmurs down it's way. |
29. 5. 2003 Munich
Olympiahalle
Tom Jones
"The
Tyger" is back again, - indeed! Holy christ and all of his nons,
and I asure your, there were more of them in this place, than you think,
Tom Jones has
not forgotten anything. His hips are moving, his esprit is spreading and
his sexappeal is glowing. Auntie Emma is getting wet eyes and wet, -
okay leave it. Heart is the ace, and the 'I Love You's ' are drippling
like honey.out of Tommy Boys erotic mouth. "Delilah"
makes it's way and also "She's
A Lady".
But when "Sexbomb"
came on, the venue stood head, and all those woreshipping beauties
of daily life are heading towards the stage to be a bit closer to the
dream of their sleepless nights. "If
I Only Knew"
is stating once more Tom Jones deep and intensiv expressions, and his
jacket is sailing through the air and is motivating him to even more
powerful contortions. The conclution is once again a sexy ladies
lingery, flying up on the altar of innosence , where TomBoy takes it as
a trophy to wipe his forehead. In this moment, probably 2000 or more
bavarian beauties are wishing themselves to be their own slip or better
the one, which has found it's way to Tom Jones face. ' Oh yes, my dear ladies, the tyger has nothing lost from his aura, his wit and sexy timbre in his voice. The heartbreaker of all widows, orphans and grandmummys has proved once more, that he still knows very well to put out his claws and lets us shiver with his acoustical and visual tenderness. And the desire to sit on the tygers knees once in a lifetime goes far beyond imagination and lets us believe, that the absolute orgasm is the non plus ultra of all sexual psychosis and lies on Tom Jones laps.- Halleluja! more Pics here |