BTW – if by some chance you have a similar picture of Max at the time when he met byronius please resist the temptation to post. The IFOD has been at rest for a mercifully long time. Let’s not arouse it from its slumber.
Still a pretty good LP – shows the bluesy place they started out from. I saw them (in Phoenix) on one of their first (low-rent) US gigs. Drums (Clive Bunker) and bass (Glenn Cornick) knocked me out! Don’t miss ‘Dharma for One @ 20:12
* The first cut, “My Sunday Feeling” got a fair amount of airplay. The jazzy ‘Serenade to a Cuckoo’ also received some buzz among the ‘hip set’.
* Ian Anderson had only played flute for 6-months when ‘This Was’ was recorded. Quick learner!
* Mick Abrahams (guitar) [mispelled above] and Ian Anderson had a falling out shortly after ‘This Was’ was released. Abrahams left in late 1968 to form ‘Blodwyn Pig. Abrahams was replaced by Martin Barre.
Re #10, the figure framed in the glasses is me. It’s a unique accidental self-portrait created when the doofus in the glasses offered to take my picture on Pyramid Peak but unwittingly held the camera backwards. I didn’t know what happened until I got home and looked at the pictures and zoomed in on this goofy picture of some strange dude on a mountaintop wearing sunglasses. He never knew of his artistry.
I hereby post, with permission, these pictures of our very own Sluggalicious, from a similar period:
I believe she is attempting to lecture that other young lady about the dangers of marijuana and vulgarity.
Tell me these do not reflect the beautiful, complex soul of our Slug.
Now, we need Sky-o, 1976, and this post will be complete. Unless Horsebadordies, Cat, O’Reilly, Raisin Debt, The River Horse, or any of the other thousands of New-Worlders feel brave enough to flaunt their early selves.
I don’t recall granting permission. I think I said I’d likely get all IFOD on your ass. Still, brings back mostly good memories of that fit, robust youngster with a propensity for breaking his sunglasses and wearing them anyway. Some things never change (and I’m not talking about the fit & robust part).
I am of the opinion that any increase in Slug’s talents would have run the risk of tearing a hole in reality itself, and so if Mary Jane served to moderate that progression somewhat, I am grateful to it.
We’re working on a new MM song, and there’s a bit of piano in the last section that makes me high every time I listen to it. I get a goofy smile and grow unsteady on my feet. Fucking brilliant, and if I don’t mix this thing right, may Gaut stike me dead with a fucking lightning bolt. GodDAMN it’s so good. FUCK.
I’ve been working all day on notating Round into a decent lead sheet. I had to ask Slug what notes she was playing in those chords. No musician in their right mind would have come up with just that combination of notes, but they’re exactly perfect for the song. If I think back on it, this particular musician just might have been in her non-right mind at the time they were composed. Funny how that works.