I just whipped out A Passion Play by The Tull after finding that its flacs I uploaded to Gulo yestrday evening do not work (on Gulo). Vittata plays them nicely. I noted, as I surely have oodles of times, that the album begins with heartbeats echoing The Dark Side of the Moon. Gonwards begins in this manner, as well. If one thinks it over a bit, normally, an album about the journey through a life should begin thus.
Sitting here writing when I should be working, I am enjoying this band to which I used to listen in my adolescence. Pink Floyd was another and I did enjoy Animals thoroughly the other day. Conversely, I have absolutely no interest in revisiting The Wall or The Dark Side of the Moon once again. Was it overexposure? They don’t tittilate my nipples like they did in my youth.
Yet, A Passion Play and Animals do. I’ll resist making a pun, as I mostly consider puns a product of sloppy thinking.
