I saw Genesis at Madison Square Garden in the late 80s. They opened with Mama with Phil singing with a spotlight underneath his face. Very cool. The little teeny boppers in front of me were dancing to “Invisible Touch” later in the concert, but when I stood up and screamed at the beginning of “apocalypse in 9/8” they looked at each other in a confused manner because they had never heard that music. Generational karma… One of the first times I felt like an old man.
Lol it happens to all of us eventually.