I can’t believe people let the 70′s be over. Big mistake, guys. As far as I’m concerned, we’re living in the year nineteen hundred and seventy-forty.
May 27, 2010
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May 27, 2010
I can’t believe people let the 70′s be over. Big mistake, guys. As far as I’m concerned, we’re living in the year nineteen hundred and seventy-forty.
May 27, 2010 at 8:08 pm
No fair. How the hell does one follow Magma?
This is as weird as I can reach, off the top of my head:
If anyone is intrigued by that and fearless, here’s their Drip Drip, probably the most disturbing murder ballad lyric written at that time.
May 27, 2010 at 9:00 pm
That necklace logo totally blocks out the super-cool mystery logo on the T-shirts. WHAT COULD IT BE?
May 28, 2010 at 3:09 am
I think James Cameron could have called Avatar, “Progressive Rock: The Movie”, but there weren’t enough blue cat people on flying goose dragons. There wasn’t enough confluence between technology and the natural world. It wasn’t pretentious enough. Yes there was, he should have called it “Progressive Rock: The Movie: Live from Pompeii: Loreli: In the Round:Plays Live: The Mellotrononing 4: Mellotron.”
Alas, Bilber Monklewrench of Lilihatton Shire, My quiver is fallow. Hopefully Grumlin the Purple will bring back my fucking Mini Moog that he borrowed to produce Yes’s “Drama” album as a musical in fucking Nashville. Grumlin, I know it must of gotten wet, and Eddie Offord knows and he’s pissed.
May 28, 2010 at 3:12 am
Grumlin, nobody in Nashville want’s to see naked people painted silver dancing to Drama. Sorry, but they don’t. Trevor Horn smells like yack. Sorry.
May 28, 2010 at 5:12 am
A silver mailed glove? Note how the dramatic tension of the obligatory extended guitar solo is heightened by the back and forth between the Celtic ‘staches and the gold and green velour jumpsuits. Ian Anderson rends his hair in envy. Now where did I put those leprechauns?
May 28, 2010 at 4:52 pm
Eddie Offord? Christ, I haven’t heard/read/thought of that name in over 30 years. Thanks a lot, man.
Really though, all the good things he ever did are totally negated by his involvement with Emerson, Lake and Fucking Palmer.
May 28, 2010 at 5:13 am
1974 was just plain bitchin’.
May 28, 2010 at 4:17 pm
Completely, fully, and too fucking weird. Like early Obama pony reality.
May 28, 2010 at 4:18 pm
Got my mojo woikin’!
May 28, 2010 at 4:41 pm
So WTF is the deal with that avatar?
May 29, 2010 at 1:35 pm
It’s an old Himalayan Buddhist movie star’s flying fedora that mind melded with him as they enjoyed picaresque adventures. He died and now it follows me.
May 28, 2010 at 4:40 pm
Hey, you know what else was fucking awesome about the 70s?
Movie producer Robert Evans…
May 28, 2010 at 9:05 pm
Christ, that was hard to take. And I’ve listened to Can. Willingly.
I feel like this is the proper aperitif to such a delectable morsel:
May 29, 2010 at 12:49 am
Magma is only for first dates, and last dates.
May 29, 2010 at 1:52 pm
The 11th anniversary is traditionally the Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh anniversary.
May 29, 2010 at 6:38 pm
If you play this in your hoover Jet on the first date, and she doesn’t escape in the emergency transition pod…she’s the one…
May 29, 2010 at 6:35 pm
I think Soccer should be called “Progressive Rock: The Sport.”
May 29, 2010 at 6:36 pm
Progressive Rock: The Beverage? Do they make a Pumpernickel Schnapps?
May 29, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Read ‘em and weep, bitches!
May 29, 2010 at 11:56 pm
This isn’t nerdy.
May 30, 2010 at 12:09 am
May 30, 2010 at 3:52 pm
dreamy, with groovy keys solo
May 31, 2010 at 8:13 am
Hmm, effed up the embed. Try again:
May 31, 2010 at 4:50 pm
That’s because elves belong in the magic forest.
June 1, 2010 at 6:39 am
Speaking of prog hobbits…
May 30, 2010 at 5:00 pm
Buncha whingers.
May I present
May 30, 2010 at 7:44 pm
Well, yeah, but that’s the only song that formula really worked on. Listen to any of their albums after that first one and get back with us — after you’re done puking.
June 1, 2010 at 5:59 am
way back in the day, my brother went to a Vanilla Fudge concert. Where the were backed up by some opening act called “Led Zeppelin”. Except the Fudge came out first, which he thought was whack. Anyhoo these hippy Brit chicks were going up and down the aisles passing around some good ‘L’, so by the time the ‘warm up’ act came out (i.e. after the Fudge) everybody was good and high. They timed it so that they played Dazed and Confused was when everyone was peaking.
May 31, 2010 at 8:12 am
Rock progress!
May 31, 2010 at 8:18 pm
Looks like Spinal Tap has lost another drummer.