i guess 2016 couldn’t leave without killing off at least one more talented person. two-thirds of emerson, lake & palmer are gone now, with greg lake joining keith emerson on the massive concert hall in the sky.
these guys gave me a lot of joy when i was a young ‘un, both with the epic prog workouts and smaller-scale gems like this.
greg lake was also the voice and bass behind some of the first music i heard that really challenged me, though it took a while before i figured out it was him. when i was seven or eight years old i came across in the court of the crimson king on cassette. the album cover scared the shit out of me. the music kind of unnerved me too, but at the same time there was something exciting happening there.
i grew up in the eighties listening to the radio. this wasn’t like anything they played on the radio. it wasn’t like anything i’d ever heard before anywhere.
try jamming on some brain salad surgery tunes if you run into keith up there, greg-man.