Your future is managed
And your freedom’s a joke
You don’t know the difference
As you put on the yoke

The less that you know
The more you fall into place
A cog in the wheel
There is no soul in your face

Oh, lord. I just found a shared music folder (iTunes has this cool ability to share music on a local network, so I get my co-workers iTunes libraries if they turn this on) with a vast library of seventies prog-rock.

Sometimes you just find the thing you need to improve your mood.

I’m delightedly listening to fucking Kansas as I write my yearly self-review. More on that stupidity in a minute, or possibly another entry. But — Kansas. One of the great stupid prog bands of all time. Great players, christian message that we all missed when we were all teenagers (Or we would not have listened to them). Dumb, dumb lyrics. The kind of band all the boys loved, and all our girlfriends hated. I can’t remember how many times I sat in the family room doing endless bong hits and playing Kansas as loud as our stereo could go.

Do they suck? I can’t honestly tell anymore. I know I bought Lefoverture recently and hated it, but now, listening to Masque and Point of Know Return, I feel nothing but glee. The cheesey organ, the dual lead guitars, rock fiddle, Phil Ehart’s under-rated drumming (He was one of the best drummers on the genre, and I never hear his name anymore). God, I loved this band. I can’t evaluate it any more, too much nostalgia value.

I can’t wait to see what else is in this cat’s library. All sorts of bands I used to love but have not listened to in decades. I have a feeling I’ll be posting more about stupid Prog bands I loved.