Gary Brooker – Piano
& Vocals
Mark Brzezicki – Drums & Percussion
Matthew Fisher – Hammond Organ
Matt Pegg – Bass
Geoff Whitehorn – Guitar
Keith Reid – Words
Gary Brooker:
We have to get up early in the
morning and drive to Vancouver.
Audience:
Booooooo!!!!
Gary Brooker:
But there’s gonna be a party.
Audience:
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Gary Brooker:
But there’s no smoking.
Audience:
Booooooo!!!!!!!!
Gary Brooker:
But there’s plenty of drinks.
Audience:
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Gary Brooker
(holding up a cup): Water.
Audience:
Booooooooo!
Gary Brooker:
Plenty of women!!!!
Audience:
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Gary Brooker:
Married.
Procol Harum didn’t have to try hard to get the audience going. I kept looking at Matthew Fisher. After every song he’d put on his glasses to read the set list, or to change the parameters on his keyboards, then he’d take them off again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. That was him. The guy who helped start the band so many years ago. Brooker on the left; Fisher on the right. An organ swell would rise up and you’d look this way; piano solo that way; all lean in the middle – Matt Pegg on bass, sweating through his heavy suit till the back of his jacket was drenched. Geoff Whitehorn all deft and tasteful and nimble, as a guitarist must be within a keyboard dominated sound. Mark Brzezicki on drums: I wondered what it felt like when he first started melding his style to that odd drum style B.J. Wilson contributed to the band. B.J. would hold back beats, spread them out; he’d get behind the beat, then come down right on top of it, explosive punctuation underneath swirling ascending or descending arcs of guitar, bass, and keyboard glory.
You almost don’t expect to be surprised.
But you are constantly surprised.
"Bringing Home the Bacon" - a favorite - is the surprise opener. The surprise follow-up is "Pandora's Box." The new songs from The Wells on Fire fit right in – "The Signature," "Wall Street Blues," "Shadowboxed," "Blink of an Eye." "Whaling Stories" sounds more deadly and more serious than you thought it could be given its larkish nature. "Quite Rightly So" is more personal, anguished and desperate than you remember it. You realize there was absolutely no reason for this band to have ever went away.
Exotic Birds and Fruit has always been, to me, the unsung Procol Harum album. I’m wondering if they will do a tune from the album. Or were they convinced by all those awful rock critics that Exotic Birds and Fruit is a mediocre work? Early on, some guy next to me was yelling for "Whaling Stories." What’s the big deal – they have plenty of great songs, I was thinking. Let them play what they want. But they better play something from Exotic Birds and Fruit. Once more he shouts, "Whaling Stories," in that timidly loud voice, a voice holding something back, that you usually hear from guys like this at concerts. The band starts a song, and the guy looks at me, sighs, and says loudly "The Idol." But I’m already jumping up and down like an idiot because it’s actually "Strong as Samson," and at that point it becomes a truly great concert.
Later they do "Salty Dog," and I have to admit I never could follow the story line. Here it is again – that classic keyboard sound – I listen hard – I look at Fisher, I look at Brooker. I’m moved, but I still don’t get it. These guys on the ship run "afloat" not "aflow," and they kill the cook on Captains orders, but somehow they are sailing around the world, but are so glad to reach shore, but every man is supposed to be dead, by Captain’s orders. How’d they get away? What did they do to the Captain? Is the guy that is writing the tale... Nevermind. I love the tune above all reason.
Somewhere a version of "My Girl" pops up and it’s the best rendition of a Motow classic I’ve heard in a while. Sometime later Brooker starts a Frank Sinatra lounge room teaser before the band launches into "Whiskey Train." We love "Whiskey Train" not only because it rocks out, but also because it manages to incorporate a long interesting drum break without sending long lines of people to the bathroom or to the concessions for half an hour. As an encore, there’s "Whiter Shade of Pale," with what sounds like some ad-libbed lyrics in the middle verse section. Show ends with "Repent, Walpurgis."
Gary Brooker mentions how nice Bill Graham was to them 36 or so odd years ago when they first played the Fillmore. "This is how he used to introduce us," Brooker says. And in an American accent, he intones: "Ladies and Gentleman. One of England’s finest. Procol Haurm."
It was true then and it’s true now.
Set list as far as I can remember, in very rough order of execution:
Bringing Home the Bacon
Pandora’s Box
Grand Hotel
Blink of an Eye
Magdalene (My Regal Zonophone)
Quite Rightly So
Homburg
Shadowboxed
The Signature
Strong as Samson
VIP Room
My Girl
Whaling Storiesl
Whiskey Train
Simple Sister
Poor Mohammed (I think this was
in the set, but may be my imagination)
Salty Dog
Encore:
Whiter Shade of Pale
Repent Walpurgis
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