It's just too much. Tears fall down my cheek and onto my 'Beat It' jacket. My hands won't stop trembling, no matter which one I put the glove on. I moonwalk for a few uncertain steps, then fall to the ground. Somewhere up above, I hope Michael knows that I hum 'Man in the Mirror' whenever I undertake a daunting task like bringing out the recycling.Seriously though, I had this jam in mind for today well before MJ's demise, and it will not be pre-empted. Besides, how lame would it be to post 'Human Nature' or whatever. There is no context that can overcome saturation. So, keeping with the original plan, I want to note a little bit of hard won self-actualization. It's a sign of a mature mind that one can engage in a public display of affection for Phil Collins-era Genesis and feel no shame. Especially those awkward transitional albums where he wore a big beard and dressed like a fisherman.
I listened to all of A Trick of the Tail while walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, and the experience was magical. I can't say why; there's really no reason for it, but hey, can't argue with fact. This track in particular has an easy breezy pastoralness to it, but then—Bam!—prog city in the bridge. Sweetness. I guess it's sort of about death, so there's your topical tie-in. Sail away, MJ.
Genesis - Ripples
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