My first KB album was The Dreaming, bought on a lark around 1983 and knowing nothing. I put the stylus down, heard those loud drums, lifted the stylus... took a deep breath... put the stylus back down from the start and had an incredibly wonderful hour and have enjoyed everything so much.
Tough to step into the same river twice. Hearing Todd Rundgren live in 1975 (first time I really listened), in a summer where all the music lived in 4 readily identifiable chords, was like being thrown a life saver, a sign that music could still be intelligent. Tough to recreate epiphanies like that
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