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  1. As of 1700 UK time today (Wednesday) a posting by Vip on Facebook confirms that the band are still awaiting a flight. So definitely no band for Brussels tonight and the chances of them reaching Paris seem doubtful.

  2. Really GREAT : great guy, great songs,great place and good price.
    Really the type of concerts we really appreciate

  3. Mister McLean,

    You were amazing! In my 21 years I’ve already seen quite a few rock ‘n roll dinosaurs, The Stones, The Who, Paul Simon, but truly, seeing and hearing you live left a greater impression on me than all of them together. Your performace was outsanding, you got the crowd going like I’ve never seen before and after the show you were so kind as to give silly, awestruck fans as myself an autograph. You even called me “baby” twice. My boyfriend has never been more jealous. An experience my grandchildren will pass on to theirs:-)

    Loes Uytterschout

  4. No band ? No problem for Don Mc Lean. His guitar and banjo were magic. Besides, many of his songs are even more beautiful with only Don’s voice and a guitar. And what a performance! For nearly 2 hours we could enjoy a rich variety of songs, even once without music… No wonder that his voice got tired at the end. But Don McLean still is and will remain a great musician. Not having toured without his band for 25 years, he offered us a wonderful solo-evening. Thanks Don, and please come back once more, with your band if you prefer so!

  5. Review from Focus.be

    http://knackfocus.rnews.be/nl/entertainment/muziek/concertverslagen/don-mclean-ab-onderhoudend/article-1194719155410.htm

    Translated by Google

    The last thirty years, he had not eaten much more memorable, so when we Wednesday to the AB thrilled to have the American troubadour Don McLean at work to see that we did with a frightened heart. No need, as it turned out, the man tapped kegs of various stylistic and gave his audience an entertaining evening.

    McLean is now 64 and brought to “Addicted to Black ‘at his twenty-length album out. The probability that he will make new friends it is extremely small. The heart of man’s time is indeed in the early seventies, the period of immortal songs like ‘American Pie’ and ‘Vincent’ unleashed on the world. The first, in 1972 a month the U.S. charts argued and later was successfully gecovered by Madonna, was inspired by the plane crash in which Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper lost their lives and made the singer the rest of its existence, if desired, could spend a hammock. In 2001, his epic on “the day the music died” by the U.S. Recording Industry Association elected as one of the five most essential songs of the past century. Don McLean himself was again the subject of “Killing Me Softly With His Song”, a song that Lori Lieberman wrote after she had become impressed by one of his performances. Roberta Flack, The Fugees would later take advantage of them.

    The singer began his career in the folk circuit as a protégé of Pete Seger and manifested itself quickly as a skilled songwriter and gifted language fingerpicking guitarist. That triggered a series of almost perfect songs. Too bad that McLean himself would soon emerge as the Mr. Clean of roots music and, increasingly sentimental and corny came from the corner. The tendency to spoil his work with several MOR-sweet strings brought him closer to John Denver than, say, Neil Young. McLean continued to operate during the following decades, but his CDs took only sparsely in the European market. Whom she has heard, knows absolutely right.

    Originally, with Don McLean in the AB band office, but a rattling Icelandic volcano sent-literally-spanner in the works. So the artist made a virtue of necessity and he went for the first time in a quarter century, again solo on stage. That seemed to please him wonderfully and he already created a homely atmosphere through the stage to decorate with plants, a lamp and a side table. McLean told stories about his life and work and browsed plenty of his own and other people’s discography. In the first case, he captured moments as’ Winter Wood ‘,’ Empty Chairs’, ‘Castles in the Air, “” Homeless Brother “, the new” I Was Always Young’ and both Elvis Presley and Perry Como performed ‘ And I Love You So ‘. “The man’s voice was pretty stand, his guitar playing was testament to its flexibility and covers put his eclectic influences.

    From Tin Pan Alley (Guy Mitchell’s “Singing the Blues”, it Sinatra famous “Come Dance With Me ‘) went to country blues (Arthur Crudup” That’s All Right “) of fiftiespop (Roy Orbi Sons” Crying “) to ragtime and Gospel (Washington Phillips’ “I’ve Got the Key to the Kingdom”). The silent ‘Vincent’ was brilliant, but ‘American Pie’, itself a long song that gave rise to a mass singing of the public, was unnecessarily stretched to a quarter. Then switched to banjo to Don McLean for a shred of bluegrass (“Mary Lost a Ring), a folktraditional (” Barbara Allen “) and a moving version of Dylan’s” Masters of War “. By Woody Guthrie borrowed ‘Hard Traveling’, the audience one last time to the active participation encouraged. Varied, cozy concert of a man who still guided by his love for music, while also at home watching TV would be. Homage

  6. I’ve had a great, a super evening. Dear mister Mclean, your music is great. I love the sound of your voice.
    This is the second concert I have seen of you, the first was about 25 years ago in Beringen also in Belgium and also without your band. Both concerts were absolutly faboulos.
    Thank you very much!!!

  7. From De Standaard, translated by Google

    http://www.standaard.be/artikel/detail.aspx?artikelid=R22PA2CS

    Don McLean with plants as musicians
    concert

    BRUSSELS – The volcano hit the band of Don McLean on time in the AB. So he performed all myself.

    From our editor

    “The volcano tour, call Don McLean as his current European tour in jest. A reference to his band, still in the U.S. city of Nashville is stuck because of the ash cloud over Europe. So McLean plays, “for the first time in 25 years”, again totally solo. “It showed that my band would not get there, I’m in my hotel room like a crazy start to exercise,” he told AB. A day earlier in Amsterdam, he had his first solitary action taken.

    McLean as a funny man, he left the stage four plants and a drop light in the place where musicians are different. He was immediately uncomfortable. He asked if the people who were standing in front, it would save. When she assured him that an hour straight would be no problem, he remarked: “Ah yes, you are constantly walking and cycling. Not like Americans. Damn, what are we fat people. ” McLean sat in an easy pair of jeans on a stool with a guitar in his hands, ready to prove that music can be too easy.

    Al McLean took a false start – those first notes were not exactly hit and the first two songs are not memorable – he built a modest, gorgeous set up. It grew naturally to the duo songs that made him world famous: ‘American Pie’ and ‘Vincent’.

    In between McLean gave wonderful songs like ‘Empty chairs’, ‘And I love you so’ and his version of Roy Orbi Sons ‘Crying’. We had previously feared that McLean, who with his 64 but a little older, the high notes would not get, but that fear proved unfounded. ‘Sea man “was actually a lovely a capella song.

    The encores – ‘you can do now if I were on stage I went and again I come “- were, according to McLean’ bijgerechtjes ‘: banjo he played including” Monsters of war “and an abbreviated version of the American folk nummertje’ Barbara all ‘. Public law and then rebounded gave a standing ovation.

    McLean reiterated what a great audience we were and returned to his empty tour bus. The volcanic cloud is not only negative consequences.

    Don McLean, seen in the AB on April 21.

  8. This was one of the best concerts I’ve ever had the privilege of experiencing. I like Don’s songs, but to hear him live and to finally understand a little bit of what he is saying in these poetic masterpieces is something I will never forget. My only problem now is that I can’t get the lyrics of American Pie out of my head.

  9. It was indeed a night to remember. I’ve seen Don perform at the Cambridge Folk Festival, in 1976 I think, and this was a memorable performance. He was also performing solo at that concert and I recall he had the crowd sing “by the waters of Babylon” that was a thrilling experience – goosebumps all over.
    Wednesday night, listening to Don perform, brought back so many memories, and I was amazed by the strength of his voice and his guitarplaying. The sound of that Martin guitar is SO special, must be the way he uses it.
    Anyway, I would greatly appreciate if Don would come back sooner than later, as we miss this kind of concerts, where everything is timed and prepared and no space for the unexpected.
    And is he not one of the Greatest songwriters ever ?
    Thanks Don for treating us as you did.

  10. Don McLean & his Rock ‘n Roll saved my Mortal Soul

    Mister (the Legend) McLean,

    21 years old and already lucky enough to have seen quite a few Rock ‘n Roll dinosaurs, The Stones, Paul Simon, The Who, but truly, seeing and hearing you live left a greater impression on me than all of them put together. Your performance was outstanding and you got the crowd going like I’ve never seen a crowd go before. My grandmother, who saw you several years ago, would’ve joined you on stage to shake it on those Banjo riffs if she were there. Indeed, oddballness runs in the family. And effin’ proud of it. There you were, lights all dimmed, right in front of me. The Don in his Salon. A band replaced by some nice-looking plants because of some volcano issues. Think many artists would rather have evaporated into volcanic ashes than perform under the same conditions you found yourself in that night, but you simply released that Troubadour nonchalance upon your audience, very much to our liking, I have to say. You sure got the furniture rocking. That wacky coconut captain from Mary Poppins could take some notes. What about teaching him how to dance real slow? He might dig your rhythm and blues. A thrilling experience it was to have my ears filled with that golden voice of yours. Goosebump outburst. You know, now that your musicians are absent from the scene until the sky has cleared, why not look for a female dancer? Mick Jagger has one. Hotter than lava. I’d be more than happy to send in my cv. Madonna used to give my private dance lessons. At least one thing she was good at. It was a wonderful night and the music was right. That old song we heard so long ago still reminds me of them good old boys. A question, though, did you know what country you were in, ‘cause you got me a bit confused when you mentioned those hot, blond chicks on their bicycles. That’s in the Netherlands, you see. And yes, you Americans are getting (more) fat, but no worries, Elvis still had his appeal when his tight costumes became a tiny bit too tight. As long as you don’t forget your lines, you’re all good. If, however, you were not swapping countries and simply complimenting our good genes, which, of course, we are known for, than, apart from giving you my sincere thank-yous, I’d still like to point out that French is not the only language we speak. Not only do we have to offer the most exquistite chocolate one has ever tasted and those brew entchanting Medieval beers, we Belgians are polyglots as well. And please do not hesitate to hit your entourage with one of those flowerpots next time they dare to serve you another of those inferior Stella cans. There is this Belgian law which dictates us to put those aside for unwelcome guests, like, for instance, well, maybe we should keep it civil. There’s some good bars around town where we can chuck down some whiskey and rye, maybe even sing about the day we’re supposed to die. Before I forget, our government just fell apart…for a change. So, just so you know, you already have my vote in your pocket. High time we change that horrible national anthem into something proper to which our people can kick off their shoes. Loved the part where you told us to pretend you went off stage, waited for our applause and then come back for a couple more encores. You’re quite the Jester, aren’t you? We all know’ed that from the moment you started travelling, way down that Rock ‘n Roll road, praise the Lord and bless your heart!
    My boyfriend wants you to know that he loved your show, although, I’m sure, not as much as I, but anyhow, when I walked up to your Rock ’n Roll Highness for an autograph, he, my boy, turned into quite the jealous type when you called me “baby”. Twice. So, you know, next time you just call me something else. At one point he even kicked me out of bed that night ‘cause, in my sleep, so he claims, I called your name several times. That’s a story I shall keep for later, to share underneath a starry, starry night. But he knows I love him so and maybe, one day, I’ll sing a song about how he sets my spirit free. I’ll conclude with how, immediately after I came home from your terrific performance, I ripped off all the boy band posters in my room and replaced them with your palettes blue and grey. You’ve given us another chance, made all those people dance and saved our mortal souls. A long, long time from now, people will still remember, the day your music made us smile.

    Sincerely yours,

    Devoted Belgian Groupie

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