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I came from England just to see the first show on the 29th at Gramercy, then flew home the next day (work commitments) but the benefit of the smaller more intimate venue was awesome and provided a clarity of sound which could not be achieved at the Royal Albert Hall in London 2006 - when I last saw the band. N.M.B'S replacement 'Ray White' was just as soulfull and enthusiastic as ever and contributed magnificently. Sheila was on song as usual with sax, keys and vox alike, her solo in 'Chunga's Revenge' was just insaine! Also great performances from Joe (made up for snare-snap like Nick Mason in Pompei!), Jamie (chunga's) Billy (mountain) Pete (chunga's 'n' packard) and Aron - albeit in a hidden capacity, sounded fat. Dweezil is just awesome though, his solo's are, dare I say it... more technically challenging and articulate than any other Zappa axeman could ever have achieved (even Frank himself).
'Black Napkins' as an example; all Franks parts and then some! But it's the style and taste with which he plays, making all parts appear easy and comfortable. His amplitude and fx management is simply stunning! Also, his admission that; he often forgets what part's are coming next - came as a blessed relief to me. My own Zappa tribute band 'Strictly Commercial' (based in Norwich England) usually finish a rehearsal or a gig with a headache due to the immense concentration levels required to perform most of Frank's material. One expects musicians who are capable of this type of performance, to be arrogant or obnoxious - not so.
All the ZPZ band were very down to earth and accomodating off stage, which was a nice compensation for being treated like excrement by some of the house people at the Blender theatre. Despite the fact that each act appearing in such venues are regarded as 'headliners' and in effect; pay the house staff wages, most small people in small theatres do not acknowledge this fact and tend to have enormous ego's and LOVE to exercise THEIR authority on act's, visitors and customers alike. They don't discriminate either, I saw a peverse individual ask the band for their I.D.'s when they returned from lunch - knowing perfectly well who they were, he just wanted to illustrate the IMPORTANCE of his own position - typical of such pedantic, ugly and justifiably un-loved idiots.
I totally enjoyed pointing in the direction of one particular 'security operative' (right in his face) and singing along with "you're an ass hole - you're an ass hole - thats right! you're an ass hole - you're an ass hole yes! yes!" Because I was merely exercising my right to 'participate' there was absolutely nothing he could do about my retorts and mockery!
Other than the fetted house fascist, I really enjoyed my whole evening and band were smoking! I hope we can see these fantastic muso's in more intimate venues in England next year!
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