I got to work today in Prague’s O2 arena, found my show notes from Łódź, and to my surprise, discovered my memory isn’t as terrible as I believed. By magical processes, I managed to recall most of the notes, but still, I kinda knew was something missing.
You know sometimes, when a person tells you their name, you can pronounce it alright, but its spelling escapes you? Well, the other night in Łódź, when Leonard came out for the second set, just before he began Tower of Song, he thanked the crowd for coming, for staying, and for climbing those high places from where they could view the show. He also mentioned a man, someone he wanted to publicly thank,
“for bringing my songs to the Polish people”.
And that person was somebody called… Now here’s where it gets tricky friends, because I only heard it, and I don’t know how to spell it. Try not to laugh, but it sounded like ‘magic sambachi’. So — I’m gonna guess that it’s Majek something. And here’s where you, dear reader, swoop in to answer the babillion dollar question: Who is this so-called magic sambachi?
Moving on to our set-up in Prague; if you’ve ever heard the expression ‘same old same old’, it applies to today. Everything works, it’s all fine, nothing broken, plenty of time to get it all together and twiddle the odd thumb. As mentioned in yesterday’s entry, I didn’t get out in Prague at all, and as I type I sit in a darkened arena, so I’m not much good for relevant information today. I have been to Prague a few times and I can tell you that… Actually, I don’t remember much more than an ornate clock in a public square and… a tram. Ta da!