Perhaps we should make this an annual rite: Carlos Santana in Bangkok, unleashing black magic men and women with his voodoo thunderbolts, eliciting a mass worship to his rhythmic hellfire while the man himself, as projected on the screens in psychedelic alterations, assumes the multi-limbed avatars of developing-world deities. Ganesh? Jah? Ohm? Quetzalcoatl?
It's scripted that the show on Wednesday night opened with the image of the universe. But what's that one "verse" in the "uni"verse? Is it "god" or "guitar god?" Maybe simpler: "music". Make it a duo-verse: "live music".
The last time Santana was here was Mar 1, 2011, and that set was pretty similar to the one two nights ago. Same old, same old? Maybe, but his fans _ they packed Impact Arena _ could never get enough of Black Magic Woman in a melodic coitus with Oye Como Va, and understandably so.
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