The list of things I've never done got shorter by one on Friday. I went to see Jethro Tull. Not by choice, really, or on purpose, but my wife's brother in law was about to wet himself to go, and it was in Fort Myers, so I said I'd go along. He blew $60 on my ticket and drove over from Miami, the least I could do was act like I liked it. I didn't have to do him, much to my relief.
Weird fucking set. They covered (no shit) several old songs, as in, songs written and performed before the use of electricity for practical applications. Four hundred year old Irish folk songs. And Bach. The first half of the show, I kept expecting an 18" tall foam Stonehenge to be lowered from the ceiling, but if that happened, I missed it. The cover of Keith Emerson's cover of a medley of West Side Story songs sort of confused the hell out of me, which is a great way to summarize the whole show: a really really busy stew of dissimilar items thrown in together for the fuck of it. I think it is most likely that the whole thing was a joke, but I seemed to be the only one in attendance who understood that.
Regardless, that stuff was pretty cool. The guitar didn't cut through and for all the guitarists skill, he was pretty mechanical. His blue-flame PRS was shiny and reflected light well, and those two SOLDANO heads did a good job of anchoring the set list down - it never blew away, not once.
As for the rest of the show, well, I can honestly say I've never seen somebody play flute that well. That dood kicks ass on flute. Seriously, if you're looking for somebody to just play the holy shit out of a flute, then that Ian whatever-the-hell-his-name-is guy is your man.
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