At the Gibson Amphitheater, Procol Harum played as if they had been plucked from the 70, dusted with a bit of white powder (Gary Brooker's hair used to be darker), but every bit as haunting as ever, their focus on minor key harmony and judicious use of horns even more evocative with the passage of time. I really felt transported. When Conquistador began, Gary Brooker had the crowd held in suspense, and the man’s genius at arrangement is breathtaking. He’s the real deal, even more in touch with his audience than ever. (He joked about England’s performance in the Olympics and remarked on the Gibson’s floor plan, which he had studied. He even does his homework.) Hearing Procol Harum has been the highlight of my summer so far. Had they been the headliner and played longer, I would have given an overall rating of five stars.
The other band, YES, was far less successful in its modern-day incarnation. The original singer, Jon Anderson, has been replaced twice, with this newest guy doing his best to move like a flower child, leaning back to mimic real feeling and rocking from side to side, but he had much energy as a pickle swaying in a jar. He's too young to be paired with the two original members who play quite well but look like his granddads, and his voice is too sweet. Anderson’s tenor had an edge that the new singer lacks. (For goodness’ sakes, get him back, even if it means playing six fewer concerts a year.)
The middle of their set list is a long block of instrumentals with new stuff which may be great, but come on, Yes—people are there to hear songs they love, which is why they love you. Play two or three new ones, not entire movements without throwing a bone at the crowd. We shouldn’t have to beg, nor should you feel diminished musically because your old stuff is still remarkably popular. This material took over the set list, however, and by 11:15 people were leaving, and I did, too; the concert had half an hour to go.
On the way out, I overheard a woman complaining, “It’s not YES any more. The singer makes the band.” Perhaps they should rename themselves “Yes-Revisited” or “Not Quite Yes” or even “Maybe,” because they sound like YES, but “close,” as my rock-and-roll, lead-guitarist husband used to say, only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.