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Friday, October 28, 1977 Wembley, London, United Kingdom Empire Pool 44 years, 8 months and 5 days ago
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James, DUBLIN, Ireland Saturday, July 11, 2015 10:50 AM It was a chilly autumn evening as I said goodbye to my family and set off excited for the ferry across the Irish Sea. In my pocket were my savings from my summer job and a ticket to see my heroes, Yes. It was a stormy sea crossing but arriving safely in London I found a budget hotel near the underground train line to Wembley. I’d never encountered anything like it before. The stage was an altar in a great cathedral. Smoke lit by coloured lights billowed and a green laser streamed. During Close To The Edge the organ pealed so powerfully I felt it rise in the ground beneath my feet. Only once since then have I had that same sense of awe and wonder, when I visited Notre Dame in Paris. On both occasions I felt I had truly come home. Seated on my left was a tall blond girl with a silver star painted on her forehead. After the encore we exchanged smiles, a fleeting recognition that something really special had been shared. I was twenty years old. Simon Barrow This is the event that really flicked my ‘Yes switch’ on for good – or ill, depending on how you see things. Not only the first time I heard Yes live, but my first rock concert, too. Having been brought up devotedly on the classical repertoire, I’d barely contemplated any other kind of music until ‘Tales From Topographic Oceans’ opened my ears to a new sound world. So here I was, waiting for my friend Stuart Roberts outside the Empire Pool, Wembley. I’d overcome an initial disappointment with ‘Going For The One’. I’d scored a copy of the bootleg programme (without realising that it *was* a bootleg!). And I could hear Donovan’s voice ringing out of the arena. It was getting dark and cold – and I was growing anxious. Stuart had my ticket. Thankfully, he arrived… attired in dubious Afghan coat, driving a second-hand Vanden Plas, accompanied by a couple of young women. One of them was a nurse, I believe. I wasn’t really paying attention. And so to my seat, located towards the back of the left-hand tier (crazily, I chucked out the ticket in a 1985 cleaning frenzy!). I pored over the (real) programme in anticipation. Then the arena darkened, the lights began to flicker behind the stage curtain, the noise of the crowd rang out, ‘Firebird’ built to a climax, and the band appeared in a blaze of light. I’ve been there on numerous occasions since, but this was the one that first brought my heart into my mouth. I knew that this concert was going to be something special. The sound in ‘Parallels’ wasn’t great, as I recall, and the organ sound didn’t quite hack it for me. But Wakeman’s Moog solo blistered, the vocal harmonies in ‘Your Move’ glistened, and twenty minutes of ‘Close To The Edge’ took me to a different plane altogether. I’d never been so disarmed by a musical performance before. It was overwhelmingly powerful, but with moments of extraordinary tenderness and subtlety. Yes music at its finest. The next few numbers floated by in a haze. But what really turned me inside out was ‘Awaken’. To some it’s an overblown cycle of fifths, I know. But to me, that evening, it was simply transcendent. The organ solo building to a tremendous delayed climax, then tapering off into the haunting vocal refrain and Howe’s brief, whimsical acoustic coda: it all left me drained and elated. The stadium darkened again. Several minutes of cathartic applause and flickering lighters across the arena recalled Yes for an encore of ‘Disgrace’ and ‘Roundabout’. Then I was back into the crisp, cold night air. My ears were buzzing with the sound, and the memories seeped deep into me as our car ploughed back into the night. It had been one of the great concert experiences of my life.
before 'I've Seen All Good People' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:Thank you very much. [???] I'd like to thank you all for coming to Wembley again. Here's a song for you. before 'Wonderous Stories' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Steve Howe:Thank you very much. Jon Anderson: Thank you. Thank you very much thank you. Like to carry on with a song that's probably making us famous throughout the BBC Archives. Here's a song called 'Wonderous Stories'. before 'Colours Of The Rainbow' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:Thank you, thank you very much. [???] We'd like to carry on with something a little different here [???] coming up now. before 'Tour Song' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:Thank you very much. Man In Audience: Turn It Up! Jon Anderson: It's loud [???] Ok. Michael? Michael! 'Tour Song' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:For the last few years we've been traveling, traveling round the world, round the world. We'd like to thank you all for coming this evening. So if you go Blackburn. So good to see you. Dear ole Saltburn-by-the-Sea. It's good to see you It's really good to be with you. It's good to be with you. It's really good to be with you. [???] Stanford, Newcastle, north of Birmingham. Yeah, it's good to be with you. South Angola on to Cardif Wales, I'd been thinking about you too. Really good to be with you yeah. It's good to be with you yeah. Here in London town. Dear old London town. At the south post down to [???] It's really good to be with you. It's really good to be with you yeah. Good to be with you. Good to be with you. Good to be with you just for one more time. Just a little song to past the time away. A little song to let you know how we feel. A little song. Oh. before 'And You And I' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:[???] Here's an old song from almost 5 years ago. A song called 'And You And I'. before 'Going For The One' transcribed by: Pete Whipple Jon Anderson:Thank you so much. Thank you all, thank you. Just to change things a little bit..uh now. [???] asked us to played it tomorrow night, sorry tonight. |