January 12, 2003
How is it I spent more than thirty years only really ever knowing two of the classic Yes albums? Even after Dad got the box set thing, I didn't catch on. The Wizard finally pushed me back on track. Last summer when I was driving myself to continue with work, ignore the pain, just get it done, the mad kinetic energy and perpetual motion of the music of King Crimson fit the bill for working on the long train rides. Now, the blistering trumpeting of Anderson, Howe, Squire and cohorts is the perfect partner to watch sunrise from the train.