Happy the Man has undergone a Phoenix-like artistic death (late 70s) and
resurrection (turn of the century) that lays tribute to their stalwart
admirers and their own love of truly creative musical forms. Last night at
the State theater, HTM showed the world they indeed had returned, winging on
the winds of a new day. The group has polished their works like an
expansive, gleaming marble hall full of intergalactic curios. Based on the
rebirth and a couple of new titles, this tour could be labeled, The Muse
Awakens, and Steps Through Time.
The new pieces vary in style, dynamics, and direction. The title track The
Muse Awakens will be the kind of accessible, yet stunningly daring tune for
this CD that Service with a Smile was for Crafty Hands. I was floored to
say the least, sometimes with chin on chest, closing my eyes, inhaling
deeply, and giving my head a little turn to maneuver the note and rhythm
relationships into my sentience; I have truly learned the meaning of the
word, 'agog'.
There is no mystery why they share a knowing smile in various passages of
most tunes. And as the music unravels before you, you share in that
knowing...
The legacy tunes shone forth with energy and light, almost exactly like the
original recordings, except here and there a delightful variation pops up
(after mulling their tunes for 2 decades, interesting changes were
invariably forthcoming). I was hoping to hear While Chrome Yellow Shine and
perhaps New York Dream Suite, but am not at all disappointed with the legacy
tunes presented. There was no material from Death's Crown or earlier, unless
you count Open Book. All in all, a full evening of the highest pinnacle of
the art form.
>From where I was sitting on the side, Stan's guitar tended to dominate a tad
at the expense of Dave's keyboards, though when I moved to the balcony
partway through, the mix seemed more balanced. The lightshow equipment was
modest with respect to the world's finest, but the performance was superbly
planned and executed. Just the right effects at the right time for each of
the respective aural landscapes.
I must admit that I wondered if Dave Rosenthal (or anyone) was going to be
able to fill Kit's shoes. Well, he could have filled Kit's hip waders, and
he did so by retaining Kit's masterful (insert dozens of adjectives here)
style. But shining through with his own light in the new material, Dave
provides us with the best of both worlds. Here's a toast and a hearty
"Welcome Aboard", Dave (I didn't see the earlier State or Nearfest
performances).
Rick established a foundation one could have built the Great Wall on. His
playing on the new material explored even farther realms than before. I
almost didn't recognize him with his new look.
Frank continues to provide a wide range of talents, both as musician on 4
different instruments (primarily), as well as a composer. His song to his
daughter is magnificent. His role in the new material continues to expand
his presence and his versatility. It's like having a player that can play
Shortstop, CenterField, and Catcher.
Ron's performance can best be described by as "a focused, sustained,
enthusiastic intensity driven by an irresistable force". Repeat that twice
to fully understand what I am trying to convey. I can see why even Jonathon
Mover would have taken a year to learn the part; I also see why Ron is in
such good shape. There are very few drummers of his par in the world. With
such an abbreviated tour preparation period, there was only one mis-start,
and Stan got a laugh by accusing Ron of trying to sneak a look the Redskins
game score on a miniature TV behind a tom-tom (a handful of people were
doing just that in the upstairs lobby during the performance!)
Stan's playing somehow managed to meet my very high expectations; as a
guitarist myself, I know the challenge Stan faced with simply achieving a
solid performance on the fast, intricate, earlier material. Yet he breezed
through it like he was eating an apple while practicing scales. The newer
guitar work retains some of the prior whimsy at times that was evident on
the first album, but continues to move in the direction started by Crafty
Hands. I tried to watch his fingering and positioning to perhaps try it
myself later; but really, WHO AM I KIDDING!? I gave up, but still enjoyed
watching his technique. He showed obvious admiration to Charles Wright, the
warmup band guitarist, during the warmup act by bowing deeply to him during
a particulary impressive riff. That's what I like about Stan; his simple
modesty. He will gladly chat with you one-on-one without pretension and has
no airs that one could reasonably expect with a person of his talents. I'm
assuming the others are as well, though I haven't taken the opportunity to
chat them up.
There appeared to be 4 video cameras on tripods, and 2 or 3 "floaters". I
can't wait until the video of this show comes out, and am glad they
undertook this effort to support their distant fans who could not travel to
see them in person. There appeared to be around 250 people there (hard to
get an accurate count with all the tables, the two bars, and the balcony).
The applause throughout the evening was enthusiastic and gusty. The final
piece performed was Stumpy. By this time, the fans were packed up front
and on their feet. During the quick pauses in the song, I couldn't help but
scream "YAH!", and it caught on, with many people also throwing their hands
up at those times. Like many, many others there, I left with a hoarse voice.
So the show was a resounding success. I wished I would have seen the Orion
show the night before. If I didn't have 2 small children, a wife, company in
town, and the prospect of mind-numbing Labor Day beach traffic congestion, I
would head off now to the next show tonight. And I'm still toying with the
idea....
The warmup band was the Charles Wright Trio, with a tremendously fast and
skillful guitarist of that name. He played like Alan Holdsworth on 7 cups of
coffee, though with graceful fluidity; I am convinced that I could not play
much of his work even at half speed no matter how long I practiced. They can
be found at the website www.killerfusion.com and were worth the price of
admission alone.