|Marillion, The New Kings, Philadelphia USA|
|Steve Hogarth, The Invisible Man, Marillion, New York 2016|
|Steve Rothery, Marillion, in New York, 2016|
|Pete Trewavas, bass, Marillion in New York, 2016|
|Ian Mosley, Marillion, in Boston, 2016|
Final date of the tour: in New York, in Manhattan, in Times Square: November 8th, 2016. I will never forget that date, not ever. November 8th, 2016: they day America elected Donald Trump to the presidency. I spent all day walking the streets of Manhattan, up to Central Park, then down as far as Houston, along Bleeker Street, back up 6th Avenue and Broadway. Listening to music, watching the tourists and the residents and the street artists and performers; eating corn and cheese from a street vendor; hopeful for the election. Early evening, leaving my hotel for the venue, on foot, crossing 57th St., and a calvacade of black limos went by, a helicopter overhead, and I'd just seen these same cars on CNN: Hillary's crew heading for midtown. People on the street stopped, pointed, waved, smiled. And then the unforgettable show at the Playstation Theater: beautiful venue, hidden way underground, with areas for standing and comfortable, raked seats too, all with a good view, and a good lighting setup.
|Standing ovation: Marillion at the Playstation Theater, New York, 2016|
We are the new Kings
We had the keys to Old Russia's locked doors
We are the new Kings
Here on the corporation's top floor
|Mark Kelly, Marillion, in Philadelphia|
Instead, Times Square was filled with people, all staring, wide-eyed, staring up, up at the news tickers; sombre, silent, stunned, like a spontaneous, unnatural, mannequin challenge. Even the cops, not moving, just looking up at the voting results scrolling across the face of a skyscraper, at one bleak result after another. New York, the most multicultural of multicultural cities: all those languages, all those people, all that diversity, and all that Trump in his top-floor citadel, wearing his New King crown.
|Steve Hogarth, Marillion, New York, 2016|
Well do you remember a time when you thought you belonged to something more than you?
A country that cared for you
A national anthem you could sing without feeling used or ashamed
You poor sods have only yourselves to blame
On your knees, peasant
You're living for the New King
|Marillion, F.E.A.R., Philadelphia 2016|
I'm so very happy to have been there to photograph the shows, and to experience, once again, Marillion show after show. And I'll finish this with another quote from F.E.A.R., because I'm questioning my desire to be part of the society that this election portends (and because, in the words of the song, I'm a Leaver, too... you'll just have to listen to F.E.A.R. : you know me, you'll understand.):
And the hurt in your eyes, I know you know that I pray
For the phone-call that takes me away
Photo galleries with many, many more photos:
- Marillion, San Francisco
- Marillion, Boston
- Marillion, Washington DC
- Marillion, Philadelphia
- Marillion, New York, New York.
|Marillion, New York, 2016|