mercoledì 28 agosto 2019

Steve Winwood - 2013-12-12 - Silver Spring, MD (AUD/FLAC)

(Audience FLAC)

The Fillmore

Source: CA-14(cards)>CA-9200>Sony M10(24/48)
Transfer: Micro SDHC>PC>WAV>CQ Mastering>FLAC(16/44.1)
Location: 15' from stage-left stack

Taper: Lostbrook
Mastering: CQ
Covers: ethiessen1

Steve Winwood - lead vocals, Hammond B3 organ, guitar
José Neto - guitar
Paul Booth - saxophones, flute, keyboards, organ, whistle, percussion, backing vocals
Richard Bailey - drums & percussion
Café da Silva - percussion

Disc 1
01 Secrets (6:52)
02 I'm a Man (6:56)
03 Fly (8:53)
04 At Times We Do Forget (7:10)
05 Can't Find My Way Home (6:04)
06 Dirty City (9:18)

Disc 2
07 The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys (8:24)
08 Light Up or Leave Me Alone>Band Intros (18:07)
09 Higher Love (9:43)
10 Dear Mr. Fantasy (8:56)
11 Gimme Some Lovin' (7:37)

Thank you Steve Winwood and band for detouring from the Rod Stewart tour to bring us this excellent performance at The Fillmore. The house was packed and though I was in great position lined up with a stack, I had very little elbow room and was stuck near some major-league talkers for the first song. During "I'm A Man," I spotted a small opening and managed to creep forward enough to put the worst behind me, so it's more of a background murmur as opposed to the continuous conversation during "Secrets." Things settled down nicely as the band wove a hypnotic groove, and there was only one more issue I had to keep an eye on. My new position put me near a drunken idiot who was under the illusion that every girl that danced nearby wanted a piece of him. He was very touchy-feely, and several women got the hell out of there. You'll hear one turn to him at the beginning of "Higher Love" and say, "Don't touch me, don't talk to me, BACK OFF!" but this Neanderthal still didn't take the hint. Though most of his bad behavior was silent, unfortunately he does make a few inappropriate verbal appearances as well, the first of which I believe was during SW's intro to "Dirty City" when our hero felt the urge to yell, "Got any Grateful Dead?" He repeats his "Grateful Dead" yell and has a few cringe-worthy, drunken "YEAH!"s during "Dear Mr. Fantasy," but even that fails to ruin this stunning version of the song. Anyway, I'm very pleased with the recording and just wanted to let you know who your neighbors are going to be. I believe you've met them before.

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