May not be your kind of music, but I had a bent for weird technical stuff during this phase of my life. This was heady stuff back in the 70s.
Donald Trump hated ELP back then.
Very sad. ELP was a great band.
RIP Keith
http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2016/03/11/keith-emerson-emerson-lake-and-palmer-dies/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU7b1aNL2Qs
Keith Richards outlives another.
One the the first concerts I attended in the 70’s The music and the show was awesome.
The dude gets to vote for one of two socialists this year after eight years of socialist obama, and hes so depressed he kills himself...?
No pleasing some (all) liberals.
yep. I liked Bitches Crystal off that LP.
TMZ says he had a degenerative nerve disease in one of his hands, so he could only play keyboard with 8 fingers, which caused “depression to set in”, thus the suicide.
I may have told this story before, but on this occasion I won’t mind repeating it.
Back in the early 70’s, I was recruited by a friend to take him and some friends into Philly for an EL&P concert at the Spectrum. Must have been Nov 13, 1971, from what I see on the internets.
On arrival, they all vanished, so I guess I was being used, to an extent. I wandered around, and watched the concert, as I thought, and then it looked like things were breaking up, but I couldn’t find my friends. I wandered up to the balcony behind the stage, because there was a backdrop there, and I fell asleep in a stadium seat.
I was suddenly awakened by an insanely loud screeching noise, and I got up and moved to the edge of the backdrop, and found that I was looking directly down on the stage. ( Can you imagine? ) Keith Emerson was wrestling with his keyboard, rocking it back and forth and so on, as he produced these sounds. That’s when I realized that THIS was Emerson Lake and Palmer. The opening act had been YES.
I watched from this vantage for some time, apparently undetected, and certainly unmolested. I could have dropped fruitcakes on Keith Emerson, but nobody worried about this, I guess, in that age.
Eventually, I reunited with my gang, and hauled everybody back to NJ in my Pinto.
Those were the days, my friend!
Too many boomer era people taking this way out.
I had all his / their records going back to The Nice.
My favorites:
And all of : Pictures at an Exhibition
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass, move along, move along
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh
Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh
Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
Will perform on guillotine, what a scene, what a scene
Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
To Alexander’s Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland
Roll up, roll up, roll up
See the show
Performing on a stool we’ve a sight to make you drool
Seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool
We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
Were exclusively our own, all our own, all our own
Come and see the show, come and see the show
Come and see the show
See the show
Many times I did.
21st Century schizoid man...
sad
Why is it that so many people of an artist bent are so self loathing.
What a lucky man he was!
..the theme of this politcal campaign should be Abaddon’s Bolero—RIP