A NIGHT IN LONDON 1996 - A Moment of Music
- V E R G E Z - A R T
- Aug 18
- 1 min read
Those who listened closely heard something close to perfect.
It’s hard to say whether the audience knew, that night in London, what they were witnessing.
There was no spectacle, no theatrics. Just five musicians on stage, each fully present, serving the song.

Sultans of Swing was familiar, but what unfolded was far beyond routine. It was music, played with humility and absolute precision.
Knopfler stood still, focused. His fingers moved with quiet confidence, not to impress, but to express. The solo didn’t aim for applause, it simply followed its own path, shaped by instinct, experience, and tone. Every note had purpose. Every silence, weight.
The musicians around him were masters in their own right. Glenn Worf, a bassist who let the groove breathe. Chad Cromwell, a drummer who played with patience and control. Richard Bennett, a rhythm guitarist and Joos Holland, pianist who listened more than they played. No one tried to stand out. They played for the whole, not the self.
There was no ego on that stage. No effort to steal the spotlight. Only music, honest, disciplined, and free of excess.
What happened that night was rare. A perfect balance of skill and restraint. A moment where everything unnecessary was left behind, and what remained was pure sound, deeply human, quietly unforgettable.
Some may have understood. Others may have felt it without knowing why.
But those who listened closely heard something close to perfect.
Sultans Of Swing 1978 original album. Mark and David Knopfler in 1978, performing Sultans of Swing live.
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