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One from 1985. A mine of quotable lines.
“Too high, too far, too soon,” “trumpets, towers and tenements, wide oceans full of tears,” “every precious dream and vision underneath the stars,” “you came like a comet, blazing your trails.”
It’s an anniversary today. You might have heard some mention of it.
This song was written as a response to that and later similar events of a turbulent decade.
From a fifty year perspective the lyric now seems overly sentimentalised.
Marvin Gaye: Abraham, Martin and John
Hawkwind were said not so much to play as point their guitars and fly.
In the very early 70s Science Fiction author, sometime begetter of the New Wave in SF and New Worlds magazine editor Michael Moorcock became associated with the band.
This was their sole UK hit.
In the mid 70s (and for a good long time after) my favourite band was Genesis. Yes I’d moved on from the Troggs and Sweet. I never saw them live with Peter Gabriel but I did on their first tour without him and saw the man himself on his first solo tour – both at the Apollo in Glasgow.
This is the sad tale of a lad whose only knowledge of women comes from a “how to” book.
Move over Casanova.
The intro and the verses sound like Nirvana. The real Nirvana.
Bit of a “pop”py chorus though.
Unfortunately the sound quality on this clip isn’t the best.
The Strawbs were the favourite band of anothe rof my schoolfriends. Only somewhat proggy, they were on the folkish end of the prog rock spectrum.
This is a rockier track though.
I’ve not had some prog rock for a while so here’s a track from King Crimson’s first album In the Court of the Crimson King.
There’s some great portentous guitar and nice heavy mellotron on this.
King Crimson: Epitaph (including “March for No Reason” and “Tomorrow and Tomorrow”)
The biggest cult TV show of the late 60s/early 70s may well have been The Prisoner. It was also probably the most enigmatic. What was that last episode about? And what was it with that ridiculous penny-farthing with the canopy?
It does say it all though about free will and freedom in the twentieth century. (And given the recent revelations about GCHQ and their US confréres it seems not much has changed.)
First broadcast in the UK in 1967/8, I never actually watched The Prisoner until the early 70s. I remember it was on at 11 pm on a Thursday night during my first year at University. Believe it or not I stayed up late to watch it. (I wasn’t a night bird in those days.)
All together now: “I am not a number. I am a free man.”
In lieu of book reviewing here’s a blast from the past.
This is from the post Chinn and Chapman era Sweet when they were putting their own compositions out as A-sides.
I’ve no idea what the German surtitles someone’s put on near the end mean. I’m guessing it’s something rude.