It's funny how time can mellow perceptions and runde prejudice. As a youngster something instinctively warned me that Jethro Tull were not for me. The facial hair. Hopping around on one foot playing the flute. The general bizarre lyrical meandering. It seemed like the playground of the criminally insane. Music for older people
Now I'm sitting thoroughly enjoying Heavy Horses as it ruts and dives and I prepare to tuck into jacket potatoes warming gently in my oven. Things have fallen unto place. I guess it's called getting older !!!
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