Concert Review Zaragoza 17-Nov-06

Zaragoza Jazz Festival In Spain.
Translated to English via Google.
18/11/2006 JAVIER LOSILLA

The Irish musician, Van Morrison, showed the glory last night, with a full room in the first of his two Zaragozanos concerts.

Morrison is a customary man: he likes to
begin punctual the concerts, and to finalize them
also on time predicted. Thus the things, they
lacked five minutes for the nine at night, and
already was its band in the setting heating the
environment. And at nine o'clock or´clock roared
the old lion of Belfast. Good, the verb to roar
does not define exactly the tone of the first
forty minutes of the concert, that turned out to
be especially tranquil. Correct, preciosistas if
is wanted, but without that energy that defines
al Morrison braver. And that that in that time
launched things as Moondance and Days Like This.

For moments we think that the key of that
placidity was in the band, without metals and
with the violin and the steel guitar tempering
and sending above the other instruments. But
then we verify that the key was in the leader,
that was being reserved. Why?

When it attacked a very powerful one St. James
Infirmary, some we told us: now awakes the wild
animal. Was just then in which we feel al better
Morrison, al white blacker, al sharper
musician. And we promised them us happy thinking
that, from there, the pulse of the action would
go for those courses.

False alarm: after that crest, that ascent to the
skies, they played cat and mouse, alternating
disruptive and brilliant passages with
more domesticated offerings. It was a
section in which had pieces such as Beautiful
Vision and Brown Eye Girl (Morrison recorded it
in its first disk, in 1968).
Blues, soul, country, rock... Morrison
touches all the sticks, and all were touched last
night in the Multipurpose. With the wisdom of
whom carries on his backs a long and splendid
career, and elevating from time to time the level
(torrid ballads in which he is a teacher!) to
elevations of magnificent emotion.

So that, ten years after its first visit to
Zaragoza, Morrison carried its faithful
followers of the glory, limbo, and
reverse. The glory reached with some songs, when
the voice freed its better registrations and of
the sax you left the most ardent notes, and the
limbo, that pleasant place and without starts:
the correction, that is to say: beautiful, but
not of that cutting beauty that traps and snatches.

And finally, with the view of the clock
(nothing of repeat, ¡would lack more!), a little
Glory knocked down, as they approached
10:30 pm at night.
Morrison, as an agent
of the blues, leaves beeping of the setting
when sound the bells reserve guards that mark the
end of the evening. The musicians concluded the
piece with vigor, perhaps fearful to be become
pumpkins. Or in mice devoured by the lion.