LONDON (Reuters) – A discuss with Ian Anderson – flautist, multi-instrumentalist, owner and furious face of British stone organisation Jethro Tull – does not go utterly as expected.
Yes, there is contention of his music, a 40th anniversary universe debate of a on-going stone classical “Thick As A Brick”, and of a 2012 follow up. But there is also a lot some-more about flutes in space, an doubtful integrate with the George W. Bush White House – and a significance of prostate examinations.
Anderson, now 64 and clean-cut rather than a demoniac druid-cum-warlock of yore, is utterly transparent and charcterised about a latter. Too many family and friends have died from prostate and colon cancer for him to omit it.
So many so, in fact, that his stream universe debate – holding in many of Europe, Israel and some-more than dual dozen stops opposite a United States -includes a bone-fide skit on a subject, a rallying cry for a assembly to get checked and a visible sign of those felled by a condition, including cult musician Frank Zappa.
“It is a really critical message,” Anderson told Reuters over a drink in railway hire pub recently. “If we can get dual (in a assembly to get a check), we can save lives.”
Not that any of this should be taken to advise that Anderson’s stream “Thick As a Brick” concerts are overly critical or message-laden. On a contrary, they are a joyous jubilee of all that was 1970s prog stone – over-the-top navel-gazing churned with mostly high musicianship.
A lot of this was clear during a recent, packaged unison during London’s Hammersmith Apollo, where Anderson was corroborated by a parsimonious rope that enclosed a conspicuous sound-a-like thespian to assistance him by a double-tracks of a original.
With considerable lively and age-defying lung power, Anderson cavorted opposite a stage, gripping a trilling and tutting on his shriek going for a integrate of hours and leaping from time to time into his heading one-legged stance.
Some of a stone punch of early Jethro Tull was missing, though it was a crowd-pleaser nonetheless, as was a second half of a show, a opening of “Thick As A Brick 2″, a new work bringing a 1972 story into a 21st century.
Anderson’s strange “Thick As a Brick” was indeed a amiable travesty of a prog albums of a time, a response to critics who had labeled Jethro Tull’s progressing stone best-seller “Aqualung” as a judgment manuscript – something Anderson denies to this day.
But a album, that tells a story of eight-year aged Gerald Bostock who has purportedly created an epic poem, shortly entered a pantheon of prog albums.
Its record cover alone, a fake St. Cleve Chronicle and Linwood Advertiser newspaper, was on a slicing corner of an art form that has all though left with CDs and MP3s.
“It was really many a satire of a prog stone genre of a time,” Anderson said. “Some people got it. Some people didn’t.”
The uncover – for that is what it is rather than only a unison – brings in video projections, skits and travesty YouTube broadcasts, many of that would have been inconceivable when a strange was being cut on vinyl.
This fits good with second half performance, a follow-up work subtitled “Whatever Happened to Gerald Bostock?”, that looks during how a immature producer might have fared 40 years on – banker, soldier, homeless man, typical bloke?
Musically, it is interesting and carries a listener divided as any good prog should. A Billboard examination went as distant as to contend it proves “there are still critical sonic statements to be done within a old-school prog-rock realm”.
But adequate of music. Anderson talked about a extended operation of subjects, including his late crony Tony Snow, a George W. Bush White House orator who died of colon cancer – another proclivity for his one-man debate for unchanging health checks.
They met when Snow, an pledge jazz flautist, was a radio journalist. Anderson reckons it was Snow, not himself, who was parodied in a film “Anchorman” when a impression Ron Burgundy jumps on a theatre and does a crazy shriek solo.
Proudly, he also talks about how U.S. wanderer Catherine Coleman took his shriek to a International Space Station with her – a third of her personal allowance.
Anderson and Coleman played a duet around video integrate on a 50th anniversary of Yuri Gagarin’s first-man-in-space moody final year.
The Space Flute, as it is dubbed, is now safely on Earth.
(Reporting by Jeremy Gaunt, modifying by Paul Casciato)R Soft Web Hosting