Friday 31 May 2013
If you can have standing for Mahler, then why not standing for MK? The front row of the stalls, which we looked down upon from the choir, was about as animated as a dead eel (probably Dire Straits fans, he says maliciously). I know we're all getting on, and so forth, but this was a very sedate crowd. So there was a slow start to the evening, despite the two jaunty opening numbers. I suppose it doesn't help that MK is about as laid back as it is possible to be without actually being horizontal, but then again, that is part of his charm. As MK he is almost diametrically the opposite of Dire Straits, and hooky smugness has become authentic musicianship, and the stadium god has become your best bar-room buddy. In the end, his licks are so beautiful it is impossible to resist. The truth is that this is perfect rock music for 55 year olds. And that is meant, emphatically, as a compliment.