In the summer of 1996, Peter Hammill did two acoustic solo-gigs high up in the Italian Dolomites. The perfomances were part of the "i Suoni delle Dolomiti" (Sounds of the Dolomites) festival, organised by the province of Trentino. Both shows took place near a mountain refuge somewhere between 3 and 3.5 kilometers up. Unsurprisingly, the peak's distance broke our hearts...
No photographs of Hammill here, I was too busy listening, experiencing the music, ...whatever. Just the mountain scenery and the odd pilgrim.
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The way up. It can't possibly be up there, can it? As it turns out, it perfectly can... |
The venue! A rocky slope beside a shallow mountain lake. The more comfortable rocks seem already occupied. |
Peaks surrounding the theater on three sides. A perfect occasion for experimenting a bit with the echoes! |
After the show. Tina and Mauro Pedron discussing the internet-connection. |
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Some pilgrims standing near the edge of the world. |
And looking over it... Down there sits Rifugio Vajolet. On our way up, we thought the concert would be there. How naive. |
And down again. |
Did we really do that? Not much sense of scale in this image... Let's zoom in on the central part of it. |
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And yes, those coloured specks are the rest of the audience still clambering down! |
Someone claimed we could see next concert's mountain from up here. |
I don't think we want to see it yet. Luckily we have a day of rest tomorrow. |
And as the sun sets, into the trees again. |
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This time, we take the easy way up. Cheating a bit? Don't know, the Hammill-family had also discovered the cable-lift. Tina's in front of me, and further up, Jean-Paul Marchal from Liège. |
After the second cable-lift: a lunar landscape on top of the mountain? |
We seem to be quite high already here. The rest of the walk to the rifugio should be more or less level. |
Erm, not quite level after all. Clouds seem to be coming up the mountain through this glacier gorge. We hide from the rain under a large boulder. |
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Finally in the rifugio. Some people got really wet it seems... Or who dropped that plate of red spaghetti on our Freditor's head? |
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