At some concert reviews I wished, I could just let the pictures do the talking, images - saying more than a thousand words, as we say so. But of course photos are visuall and do express only emotions, concentration, maybe pleasure and yeah well, sometimes the passion. And if I discover in my own pictures exspecially passion, I don't really fancy to write much more about it. On the other hand, then it's only me myself who can tell, what the acoustic dance on the volcano had been like and most of all, what it felt. Our tonight's bunch of melodic flowers consists of sophisticated orchids, but also bombastic parrott blossoms, a multiple exotic mixture of great talents, which doesn't need any road sign and no unneccessary explanations.
Life is not always formed by the famous lightness of just existing, as it is genrelly often said. But we can put this lightness of the moment into performing art. And I think that's the case here, exspecially when this passion goes it's individual way, swinging from one highpoint to the next.
Thinking is superfluous, as the feeling is stronger and faster and within seconds the next acoustic cliff has been shipped around  and it's been taken care, about the - what the hell how many - of these exitment peaks


But o course the carefull listener and spectator, the imaginary partner of this intercourse - I'm talking about the audiance, has to appreciate this. Because what kinda sense does it make to listen stuborn to these sophisticated sound structures, when it's fine tuned vibrations does not get received by all our six senses. It's just gotta be right and the harmony must be perfect. And catching all this, talent and skills is not enough, it also needs feelings and, as I said before - passion. Without that no orgasm is guaranteed, - am I right or is it true, - tell me?! -

He's truly a real professionall, no doubt about that, though tonight the phyiscal condition does'nt do how he want it to do. But the personal bent of exitment pushing the nessaccary vibe takes care, that nobody else down there is aware of the fact that tonight is not every day's night as it should be. But this again is the huge art of keeping illusions ahead, Illusions which ain't really one's. In the end the clou is, that the audiance takes out a profit  of this acoustic - making love - to all our senses. It's a love game where the expression, including all happy hormons gets mirrored in the face reflection of the main man. First at that point the act of melodic intercourse has become perfect in all it's intensity.

Musical sex paired with hard rock, but also with a dash of slighly melancholic timbre, this is the delicately spiced cocktail, that  we get served here. And it's up to the various positions, oh pardon.... the exact fine tuning, so the proportions are right, where the harder edge but also the soft note gets it's stint. - Yeah well there is this slightly irritiating taste of disharmony between powerful eternal youthful passion within the performing art and the oral, - always returning urge to keep off sort of a stone age feeling.  No need of this - really! Hey, as we say so: we are only as old as we do seem to other's, and yes, of course 
as we feel like. At least the feeling can be hidden pretty well up there thanks to many different positions of innovative  musical experiments, which, to be honest ain't that acrobatic really, as they have often been in the past...
Well sometime the most simple things in life are the best one's, and exspecially in music it's often most effective, to overcross the highpoint of exitment. Whereby the circle is closing in itselves at this point. To repeat myself all over again... next to talent, it only needs passion. So let it spread onto everything and everybody and us and me. The unneccessary underlining made of excuses about a current unwell feeling - they do make old... It's only a very few here, maybe even only me, - who have noticed this tiny lack in inconvinience anyway. So why bothering to loose a word about it.
Youth in Rock'n'Roll is eternal, so go for it and let the music do the talking... as least most of the time :-)

However - in the end our highly satisfied kamasutra of a delicate melodic tantra, produced by swinging strings and evolving into exiting sound structurs has led to this powerful musical love game, no question about that. And within that, all 300 guests here have surely received their own personal and individual orgasm. And this sharing of passion, to give all this talking a short sense is simply named 'Transistion' - no more, no less.. and that again in pictures - soundwise and visually...

PS: hey hang on, this has been some sort of .....okay let's name it -  A MUSICAL DECLARATION OF LOVE...
 well.... just in case you haven't noticed this


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