Boring. GIve me Ian conducting the band with acrobatic moves, moving from flute to sax to tambourine to acoustic guitar; Jeffrey bounding about the stage with as much energy in the last minutes as in the first minutes; Martin, the "low key" one, hardly containing himself when the concentration doesn't demand he be still; John rocking back and forth at the keyboards; and Barry's head whipping around as if pounding it against imaginary drums he only wish he could add to the performance. And all while keeping perfect time, in sync with each other and playing difficult music without fudging.