There are still a few of us Yes loyalists out here. I still can get into full scale floating-in-space ecstasy with a set of headphones and the live version of "Close to the Edge" off Yessongs.
Recently, my daughter and I were listening to the classic rock station on our way to school when "Your Move" came on. She listened intently, started singing along on the second repeat of the chorus, and when it was over commented "I can tell it's something about chess, but the rest of it confuses the heck out of me."
All I could think to reply was "Welcome to Yes fandom."
Oh, and I love the "Chess" musical, too. "I'd let you watch; I would invite you, but the queens *we* use would not excite you."
One time my wife and I were on one of our way-back-country exploratory road trips, this one in the southern Sierra foothills. We stopped in a wide-spot-in-the-road town, at a tiny old-fashioned diner, mostly empty but with a few locals eyeing us curiously. They had a jukebox, which I went to investigate, since nothing was playing.
This was when "One Night in Bangkok" was big, and that song was on the jukebox. But its B side was "Merano", a Gilbert-and-Sullivan style patter song which we both adore. I dropped in a quarter, selected that and a couple of other songs, and went to eat lunch.
Our other songs played first, then "Merano", which we happily sang along with. The locals stopped eating, obviously growing more convinced with every bar that somebody -- us -- had bewitched their jukebox. The song finished, and we went to the restrooms before leaving.
As I passed back through the restaurant on the way to the door, I saw -- I swear this -- one of the locals reaching behind the jukebox to unplug it. I can only assume they burned it after we drove away.
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Recently, my daughter and I were listening to the classic rock station on our way to school when "Your Move" came on. She listened intently, started singing along on the second repeat of the chorus, and when it was over commented "I can tell it's something about chess, but the rest of it confuses the heck out of me."
All I could think to reply was "Welcome to Yes fandom."
Oh, and I love the "Chess" musical, too. "I'd let you watch; I would invite you, but the queens *we* use would not excite you."
One time my wife and I were on one of our way-back-country exploratory road trips, this one in the southern Sierra foothills. We stopped in a wide-spot-in-the-road town, at a tiny old-fashioned diner, mostly empty but with a few locals eyeing us curiously. They had a jukebox, which I went to investigate, since nothing was playing.
This was when "One Night in Bangkok" was big, and that song was on the jukebox. But its B side was "Merano", a Gilbert-and-Sullivan style patter song which we both adore. I dropped in a quarter, selected that and a couple of other songs, and went to eat lunch.
Our other songs played first, then "Merano", which we happily sang along with. The locals stopped eating, obviously growing more convinced with every bar that somebody -- us -- had bewitched their jukebox. The song finished, and we went to the restrooms before leaving.
As I passed back through the restaurant on the way to the door, I saw -- I swear this -- one of the locals reaching behind the jukebox to unplug it. I can only assume they burned it after we drove away.