Bericht von Peter Andrews
Monday to Saturday at a somewhat damp and grey Blankenheim could be one day with variations. Insulated from television, newspapers and radio (except for those who listen surreptitiously in their cars), punctuated by predictable meals, well-worn woodland walks, and bunked retreat at night among perennial visitors, its new notes assume extra-ordinary importance. Andy May, encumbered by a world tour followed by concerts in Holland, with little space between, arrived only on Monday evening, though, as it turned out, with a well-planned supply of material. So for the first afternoon we played amongst ourselves. Uwe Seitz’ gentle ministrations were sorely missed as he felt he must play midwife to a clutch of emerging goslings rather than surgeon to our peipz. Mehr...