A brief musical interlude
I managed to avoid the trap by this much (image of a finger and thumb with two degrees of separation come to mind) this evening. Son #3 was due to be on the ice shortly after supper to cue the fans for a rousing chorus of the national anthem. Followed thereafter by three hours of my sitting in front of the ice while thousands of people screamed about the banality of a hockey puck in emulation mode of a Brownian motion lab. Thanks, but no thanks. I stepped sideways (in the same way our dog avoids collaring) and did something much more interesting.
I watched a DVD. A concert, with Ian Anderson at the helm of the good ship Jethro Tull. The course was straight and true, and I deem this one “a keeper”. If you’ve missed the four decades of Tull, this is about as good an introduction as you’re likely to find. For me, I played along until my lack of embouchure caught up, and then I just sat back with a satisfied smile.
Should you wish to have your own copy, the Living With The Past was released in 2005, so you’ll have to imagine how young and non-grey the man with the flute/guitar/harmonica may have been, back at the Isle of Wight in 1970. I wasn’t there, but Tull came on my musical radar just after that. I’ve been a fan for close to forty years. Like good wine, musicians just get better with time; so do the fans.
And, yes; the band does perform Aqualung and the rabbit does dance. So do I. After all, between a hockey game and an excellent musical interlude, the choice is easy.
