Those who know me best -- by which I mean a couple of ex-girlfriends and several posters at Eschaton who I haven't actually met -- know that over the years I have taken a certain amount of, shall we say, abuse due to my enthusiasms for certain bands who strike regular folks as, well, icky.
For example, my fondness for the 4 Seasons, well known in these precincts, has inspired a fair amount of "say it ain't so" guffawing, and as a result I plan to post a spirited defense of my fellow Jerseyites as soon as Rhino's apparently definitive new
4 Seasons box set arrives in the mail.
I've also gotten chortles galore when rhapsodizing about the thousand sensitive beauties of the Guess Who , and one of these days I intend to similarly defend the honor of those underrated Sons of Saskatoon. (Perhaps we'll have an All Canadian Content Day in Plum P's honor).
But the band that people really -- and I mean REALLY -- think I've taken leave of my good senses over whenever I allow as how they might have been great is, hands down no contest, Procol Harum. And by people, I mean my esteemed co-blogger NYMary, among scads of others.
Since the first thing of mine NYM let me post here was in fact a long and hopefully convincing appreciation of PH, I'm not gonna belabor the point further, except to say that this video -- from a German TV show in the early 70s -- pretty much encapsulates everything I like about the band. If you're keeping score, the songs are the gorgeously mournful "Pilgrims Progress" and "Quite Rightly So," one of the truly great lost singles of the 60s.
Two points worth noting: This isn't the group's classic lineup, but with the exception of a not quite ready for prime time guitar solo near the end (I don't remember which of Robin Trower's replacements was in the band at this point) it sounds exactly the classic lineup anyway. More important, as was his wont, genius drummer B.J. Wilson pretty much steals it. Wilson, who memorably pounded the skins on Joe Cocker's studio version of "A Little Help From My Friends," is pretty much my all time favorite rock drum guy, and he remains to this day the only one whose (rare) live solos failed to reduce to me to scowling fidgets.