Anyway, I'm getting off point. The point is that no one had lived through this sort of music before. Music was empowering people. How lucky we are to have seen this.
that they were the first "real" band I saw live. They, or I should say Ian Anderson, were pretty revolutionary back then, putting on a great show, and treating the audience to some pretty intellectual songs. I loved this band so much I was in the queue
at the local record shop every Friday morning when a new album came out, and I took a day off school to learn all the songs.
The point of this piece is to illustrate just how lucky we are to have been a part of this. Tull, The Who, Yes, Emerson Lake and Palmer, the list goes on and on.
All this has been said before, but Hunter were a reasonably successful band back in 1977/78; we had hits in Europe, and stories can be found elsewhere on this site. The great thing for me is to still have tangible "things" to remember it by. How lucky was I to even have a record out by the time I was 20?
Until someone posted a Joni Mitchell song.
I zoned out, and listened to it a dozen times, and my mood changed. Somehow it made it easier to deal with the world's dramas, even though there's nothing I can do about them.
It soothes the soul, it's always there, and on my stereo at least, it's always good. I'm glad I've lived to see all this, good and bad, and I'm glad to have survived it. If you're reading this, you've survived it too, and I'm happy. Here's to a few more years... and here's Joni with a song for my happy funeral.