Matt Johnson's concert was subtle and nuanced much of the time, played like consummate jazz, with the song performances and the tension built up via numerous clever techniques (instead of just stepping up the tempo or the aggression of the playing, et cetera), and exploding into anthemic rock only selectively and dishing up gut-satisfying rapture. Every moment of the music stirred my soul. There were probably some in the audience who didn't fully appreciate all the understated elements, but even they could tell they were in the presence of something holy, something that almost makes you believe in god. During the glorious piano lead on Uncertain Smile, which despite the fact that reality has its limits was even more stupendous and joyous than the Jools Holland original, I was bathed in sonic ecstasy, something I don't experience all that often anymore. I was grateful to the core for the sensation. And my rambling doesn't even begin to get into the kaleidoscope of memories and feelings that cascaded over me throughout the magical performance. I've had some good times in my day, and Matt Johnson. provided the ideal soundtrack.