Reminiscenses gone astray...

It's been a while since I posted 'owt. It's not that I've run out of steam, but Planet Mad is so mad just now, parodying it, seems somehow like interfering with the most colossal self-fulfilling prophecy. For example, not so long ago I posted about Newt Gingrich, surely a jaw dropping satire of a potential future President of the USofA. He faded away on the Good Ship Obscurity as he was surely destined to and then...bloody hell, he's just reappeared as a serious prospect, because so many of the other hopefuls are such fuckin' contemptible maladroits. I know...it's America. Land of Reagan, where shit actors CAN be ElPrez. I'm just performing my civic duty in warning you of the dangers lurking across the Pond...
Anyway listen, 'tis the season to be exhibiting mirth, so I'm veering off my usual semi-foul mouthed tirades and turning to my eternal salvation...music. I'm also posting this for all my fans (Sid and Doris Bonkers) simultaneously, on Farcebook. Whoooo, I've gone all hi-tech. In truth, I was questioning the wisdom of continually blogging to mostly myself, so if anyone (virtually everyone) hasn't encountered my previous ramblings, you're now in for a treat (in my humble opinion). However, don't read them if you don't relish opinions or occasional swearing. I'm not responsible for any of my views (I didn't ASK to be born) and you can lose your property if you don't keep up repayments...disclaimer speak.
Back to the tunes. Given this time of year (reflection and all that) I'm just going to post some U-Choob bits and bobs, featuring faves that transport me to my lovely, lovely youth. Many of the artists are no longer on Planet Mad and whilst I don't want to go all maudlin, it seems kinda appropriate to remind everyone of some outstanding musicians sadly missed, given the sheer volume of utter pish that is mass produced today, with no small contributions from Overlord Cowell and his ilk.
All of that said, today will not be a 'missing' person. 'Book of Saturday' by the mighty King Crimson, is one of those tracks that never fails to surprise and delight me, simply because  it comes from a band and Prog era that did not regularly feature such delicate and achingly beautiful sparseness of arrangement. Additionally, the lyrical and vocal perfection of Mr John Wetton, a musical stalwart, means that it should never be covered by another soul, as long as I have the ability to purchase a firearm and take care of them. The album version is frankly, perfection. The live version attached for your delectation though, is faithful and entirely sympathetic to that original, just as it should be, given it is performed by the same artist, albeit about 18 years later.

Enjoy...you simply can't fail.