I'm 45. I was inadvertantly introduced to prog by my ex-stepfather, who was a late 50's singer-musician-music teacher (google "Vilas Craig" if you want) who had Close to the Edge on lp. When I played it, I didn't know what it was, but I knew I
liked it. One year later, the Relayer tour was my 2nd concert (CSNY's first reunion tour was my first).
After that, I started scouring the used record bins at the local music stores. Discovered many bands that way. Listening to the Moon is a lot like going thru those bins (or a box of chocolates - sorry, Forrest), you never know what you're gonna get. Most of the time, they're tasty nuggets, sometimes chewy, sometimes nutty. But, every once in a while I want to spit one out. (Now I'm thinking, the caviar scene in "Big"... or Magma)
I still possess that glorious piece of vinyl that changed my life. The Moon continues to illuminate the musical path I prefer.
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