Oldies But Goldies: Helen Bach On Grampy Ian In 2009
(Helen Bach goes to an Ian Anderson Concert at Chevy Theater Wallingford CT, October 18th, 2009 and likes what she saw)
Jethro Tull was a part of my childhood. My older brothers 10 and 11 years older than me were hardcore fans. I remember them jumping on the bed pretending to play flute with their long hair flying around the room. I always loved Tull. He reminded me of my youth when I, in my footie jammies, would hide peeking around the stairwell as one of my brothers watched tv with a girl. I remember waiting to see if they would kiss. Gross.
I remember my oldest brother singing Minstrel in the Gallery full faux Brit accent. Still makes me smile to this day..hell to this minute.
I have never seen Jethro Tull live. I had played his songs over and over and danced around the room singing Bungle in the Jungle and whistling Bouree as I went about my daily tasks. I still use the phrase……’really dont mind if I sit this one out….’
So tonight my friends……decades later I went to see Ian Anderson. I jokingly called him Grampy Ian all week. I was scared. Do I really want to see him now? NOW?? Were talking 35+ years from prime. I debated this back and forth since I got the tickets. But they were comps and the venue is reasonable close what the hell. Ill do it.
I went blank. Expecting the ……..well nothing. Id here a few oldies but goodies call it an early night boom done.
Nope. That’s not what a happened at all.
Tonight I saw the best concert of my life.
hang on- halt…….of my life.
Mr Anderson still has it and more.with nothing more than a couple of cheesy light stacks and a couple friends…..he completely and totally overwhelmed me on every level. Now most reviews as that you toss out the set list. I cant. I know he did Skating Away, and I Dont Want to be a Fatman…and few ‘out takes’ as he referred to them from the Aqualung days. I have never heard clearer warmth in music. The acoustic aspect of this show had such a powerful impact on me. Like teetering on the edge of euphoria, til it almost becomes frustration of restraint. It sustained in a tantric lull I have never encountered before. The show was split in two, Ian stating we should go have a drink see the merch guy and meet him back in about 15. He was full of quips and banter, as if we were all sorta hanging out. Generally I hate that folksy crap- shut up and entertain me…but
I couldnt move.
I sat there and said.. ok one more song and I’m out. But like a magnet in my core I couldn’t go. I sat there in a tunnel. Almost afraid to move as if should I shift in any direction this constant hum in my soul would be displaced. Am I making any sense?
Ian Anderson is a performer extraordinaire. He is brilliant.
I would mark the highlight of the evening a brilliant rendition of Bouree. I am not ashamed to say I wept. There I was in a crowded theater tears trickled down my face. I was stunned at my reaction.
I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay forever in this envelope of warmth. But I had to leave before it ended. It became a fear of anything going wrong. I had to leave before anything shifted the perfection of the event.
And I refuse to end this with some dumb ass quote about too old to rock and roll, or something. So cliche’ so pathetic
Tonight awoke a part of me I didn’t even know was there and came in on a river of emotion.. I’m gonna ride it like a surf wave.