Travelling In Time
t’s 1973 and David Cross is onstage at the Royal Concertgebouw in Amsterdam. It’s regarded as being among the finest classical music venues in the world, and the violinist is treading those hallowed boards as a member of King Crimson. To his immediate left stands John Wetton and just behind, sweating profusely and wiping himself down, sits Bill Bruford at the drum kit. On the other side of the large stage is Robert Fripp. As the applause dies away, the guitarist leans forward and, with the Mellotron on its flute setting, begins to play. Wetton cautiously explores the upper fretboard and then Cross delicately harmonises with Fripp’s notes. As Bruford sits in silence, arms folded across his chest, for the next five or with the suitable title, .
