By this time you have probably guessed that I got mental going to every gig I can, I have spent more money in concert tickets than in food in the last year and a half. One of my favourite artist is Mark Knopfler, I have listened his records since I was a teenager, first as a Dire Straits fan and now following his solo career. As a matter of fact I remember that one of my cousins listened every day Sultans of Swing, so I could properly say that I’ve listened that song since I was a little kid.
Knopfler is now on tour due to his new album Get Lucky, he gave 6 shows here in the Royal Albert Hall, better impossible, my favourite artist performing at my favourite venue, so this time I decided to go not to one or two but three nights. I bought tickets for the opening night, one of the middle shows and of course the closing night.
The concert was excellent, he played different songs of his repertoire as a solo artist but the climax and more acclaim songs of the nights were definitely the Dire Straits ones, all three nights Knopfler got standing ovations for Sultans of Swing, Romeo and Juliet, So Far Away, Brothers in Arms, and Telegraph Road.
As a funny fact during the encore Knopfler decided not to leave the stage, so he and everyone from the band got a pint and wandered around like they were in a local pub while the complete Royal Albert Hall audience was standing clapping and celebrating what could be considered as a peek into backstage area.
Mark is in my opinion is the best guitar player, he has a peculiar and unique technique to play the instrument, he gave the audience amazing solos during Sultans of Swing, Telegraph Road, and Speedway at Nazareth. One of his last comments during the shows was that somebody in one of his concerts scream to him “Play Everything” sadly that wasn’t the case or as he stated “And we didn’t”.
The only Seinfeld quote I can think of that can match my experience with the Knopfler's gig is one from "The Marine Biologist" episode where George has to pass as a marine biologist specialised in whales in a date.
George: So I started to walk into the water. I won't lie to you boys...I was terrified. But I pressed on, and as I made my way past the breakers, a strange calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things, but I tell you, Jerry, at that moment...I was a marine biologist!
Elaine: George I was just reading this thing in the papers, it's unbelievable!
George: I know, I was just telling them the story.
Kramer: Come on, George, finish the story.
George: The sea was angry that day, my friends... Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. I got about fifty feet out, and suddenly...the great beast appeared before me. I tell you, he was ten stories high if he was a foot! As if sensing my presence, he let out a great bellow. I said, "Easy, big fella!" And then, as I watched him struggling, I realized that something was obstructing its breathing. From where I was standing, I could see directly into the eye of the great fish.
Jerry: Mammal.
George: Whatever.
Kramer: Well, what did you do next?
George: Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of him! Face to face with the blowhole! I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in, felt around, and...
Kramer: What, is that a Titleist?
Kramer: Hole in one, huh?
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