Monday, September 7, 2009

Jethro Tull. My God. 1970.

The Mayor and I have had a few discussions about Jethro Tull in the past. I consider them a quintessential hub in that weird Tolkien, gypsy, peasant, wizard rock genre that Zep dabbled in for a few years.

The Mayor considers them a bunch of fruity flautists.

Whatever. I'll let the legions of Face Melters worldwide decide.

This song kicks all sorts of ass. Especially when dude loses his fucking marbles on that flute solo.

This is what I imagined everyone in England looked like in 1970. Little Peter Piper dudes with fucked up teeth, wearing leggings while sucking on gel tabs. Basically dudes you wouldn't mind sharing a camp fire with.

1 comment:

  1. Odd trivia: Ian Anderson called my apartment somewhere around 1997 or so, looking for contact information on Bill Harkleroad (Zoot Horn Rollo in the Magic Band). I wasn't there, but I sent it to him later. Boy, that confused my wife.