Writing a new Scarecrow chapter for Dorothy: Locked and Loaded, I plugged in my headphones and brought up some early Genesis albums from my iTunes. The album that accompanied my writing was Foxtrot. It culminates with the orgiastic 23 minute long epic, Supper’s Ready.
As I was coming to the end of my 1000 word piece, I could feel Peter Gabriel’s voice and lyrics invade (in a nice way) my thinking. The lyrics make no sense at all, I thought. Is he having a laugh at our expense?
So what if he was. Isn’t this what prog rock is supposed to be about?