Something happens between me and him. It is not precisely a lack of empathy or incompatibility of characters. In fact, when I met him I quite liked: what I found attractive, interesting, fine, until mysterious. Its winding ways, its long passages of intensity but also of sweetness, her inherent sensuality, their bewitching presence. Nearly managed to seduce me and in fact in many moments it got. But then something happened. It became perhaps too cold, or too mechanical, or too elaborate and virtuous.I felt that I missed human warmth and that their interests were fired to land in the staff didn’t seem to appealing. Then I moved away from him, almost forgot. I wanted to be with our first years of living together, when everything was more simple and loving and less…, I don’t know…, ice cream, pretensioso. So it was that broke the relationship between the progressive rock and me. It is the memory of an old love with him and prefer to remain so.
The four musketeers
When was the first time I listened to progressive rock? If it is that album can be considered as such, what I discovered with the Ummagumma of Pink Floyd, back in 1969. I was 14 years old and my brother Sergio brought home this gem that first caused my confusion, and later to a total fascination that endures nearly half a century later.
If the quartet in london I opened the door to the progressive, were Yes and Emerson, Lake and Palmer (EL&P) and I reaffirmed the same with albums such as Fragile (1971) and especially Close to the Edge (1972), in the case of the quintet of Birmingham, and Tarkus (1971) and Trilogy (1972) in the trio of Dorset.
Featured on Songaah, Progressive Rock british-hundred percent of these groups, such as the three musketeers of Dumas had to be four and that fourth group, the D’artagnan of the genre, it was Jethro Tull that, while it was not strictly progressive, it was, at least in one of my favorite albums of all time: the Thick as a Brick 1971.
Perhaps being very delicious, we could say that in reality the first group of the progressive story was Traffic, with those compositions that combined rock, folk, pop and jazz with a fineness infinite. But let’s leave it in les quatre mousquetaires mentioned.
The dark side of things
I don’t know if it is the summit of the first progressive rock, but if a recording made me shudder at the time was the Dark Side of the Moon Pink Floyd.
I know you mention it today it sounds like common place. However, when it appeared in the 1973, it meant a shock for those who listen without prior notice. I was 18 years old and a very close friend bought it imported!
I remember those sessions with the turntable at full volume and my friends and I laying on the floor with the lights off and eyes closed (no we got nothing, we were fresísimas, but even so, The dark side of the moon was all a journey of mind).
For me, it was the peak of my relationship with progressive rock, and up there I got with the same. Of course, I could mention some other albums that I love, but would be of the same groups: Aqualung (1971) Jethro Tull, Pictures at an Exhibition (1972) of THE&P, the tales from Topographic Oceans (1974) of Yes, or the Animals (1977) Pink Floyd.
For that I hate the progres
I didn’t mention to Genesis and King Crimson, I know. But it is that Peter Gabriel and company never reached to get emotional. His music always made me beautiful, but cold and too elusive. In terms of the project headed by Robert Fripp, there are discs that I seem dazzling, but I arrived a little late and never had the opportunity to touch as it is due.
On the other hand (¡sin!), the progressive Italian I never went (to say that the only thing that I like is “Dolcissima Maria” Premiata Forneria Marconi) and the German practically did not interest me (well, there I have the disk Le Parc —1985— Tangerine Dream and is quite good).
Projects like Gong, Gentle Giant or Camel passed me long, not to mention groups from other latitudes and only suitable for experts in the field.
That is my complicated relationship with progressive rock. I hope that the progres (and I’m not talking about politics) to forgive me.