It's a new year so I thought I'd have another go at this blogging malarkey.
Whether it will last... who knows. But anyway, here goes.
Apropos the title of this little segment: Some of you if you are of a certain age might remember the age of musical over-indulgence with as much fondness as me. Back in 1973 those rather good musicians Messers Emerson, Lake and Palmer took their seminal prog masterpiece
Brain Salad Surgery on the road. The album '
Welcome Back My Friends, to the Show that Never Ends, Ladies and Gentlemen: Emerson Lake and Palmer' (A title that rather trips off the tongue!) records this tour for posterity. And pretty darn good stuff it is too.
For the time, this tour was a bit of a pioneer. They were the first band to create a full stage set that could be rigged, taken down and moved to the next location.
It was so big that their road crew needed three trucks to move it around. And boy have they taken stick for that ever since. 'They needed a HUGE truck EACH.'
But, Come on. How many trucks do you think it takes to move Madonna's shows or U2's shows or even Kylie's shows around. 6? 8? 10? more? some of these shows are enormous logistics exercises, often requiring two or three complete stage sets leapfrogging each other across Europe or the US, and yet nobody that I can remember has ever labeled them ostentatious overblown or dinosaurs.
But perhaps, for those of us who still yearn for music that delves just a little bit deeper, is prepared to take the odd risk with a time signature or a song that lasts longer than 3 minutes and might showcase the talent of the musicians, 2009 might be the year that Progressive Rock - that non-genre that has been reserved for the ire of pretty much all serious musical press for the last 30 years - quietly sheds it's 30 year uncool label.
The BBC devoted an entire series to the subject over Christmas.
Prog Rock Britannia which flawed as it was, at least has maybe started some people actually talking about the subject in other than derogatory tones.
Only time will tell, but there are loads of bands out there carrying the torch for musical experimentation and the internet means that even middle aged gits like me can bring some of their meanderings to the attention of anyone who is interested enough to look, and listen.
Perhaps I should find myself a spangly cape.