I spent the 1970s carefully avoiding progressive rock music (not easy as it was the official religion at my school). So wasn't expecting to enjoy a recent night out at top tributary act Think Floyd. But amazingly, I did- all two and a half hours of doodlings, explosions, unending harpsichord solos and the rest. I've even listened to Shine on you Crazy Diamond twice through since. If this is mid-life crisis, I'm liking it.
Anyone else, post your confessionals here...
Anyone else, post your confessionals here...
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