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Queen 238, 237, 236

ALBUMS: Queen II (1974); Sheer Heart Attack (1974; A Night at the Opera (1975); News of the World (1977).

MVC Ratings: Queen II 4.0/$$$; Sheer 4.0/$$$; Opera 4.5/$$$$; News, 3.5/$$$

I was an early Queen adopter. And that’s saying something because Queen was so sonic in your face, bombastic and so not Bohemian that many had strong feelings strong negative feelings about Queen.

The critics pretty much panned the group. In a Village Voice review pompastic critic Robert Christgau gave Queen II a five -word dismissal review. He wrote:
Wimpoid royaloid heavoid android void. C

Oh my Goid.

Of course it must have been all downhill from there. Not quite.

They later became at their peak, one of the most popular bands of all time.

Sure Queen II was heavoid but I was 14-year-old and thought the songs on the black side and white side (good versus evil) were really cool. Taking from the short-lived Glitter/Glam scene and heavy metal, Queen had musical talent on hand. Freddie Mercury, the lead singer with an amazingly powerful and wide-ranging voice, was also primary songwriter.

I never have had the self-entitled first album, although I’m familiar with it (the song’Tie Your Mother Down.’ particularly. Queen seemed to have pivoted after the critical slams of Queen II and released Sheer Heart Attack. It was a group of songs that that all sounded different, no connectivity whatsoever. There was, however, ‘Lily of the Valley’ which sounded like it belonged on Queen II.

A friend in my neighborhood in Indiana, who had introduced me to the group, said ‘They sold out, with Sheer Heart Attack.’ I didn’t agree.

(Shouldn’t we have been listening to John Mellencamp or John Hiatt in Indiana? Well, I moved before those two artists came to my attention).

In retrospect, it seems odd that some adolescent boys from Indiana known for its corn and a car race would be listening to Glam-rock British rockers. But we were, and still do.

The universal-ness of it all. Uh oh heavoid again.

So the scattershot nature of Sheer Heart Attack worked, mainly because of the big hit single ‘Killer Queen.’ This success set up the album ‘A Night at the Opera, which had the mega-hit ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ a single like perhaps no other. There have been other ‘songs-within-a-song’ before — ‘Uncle Albert’ by Paul McCartney, ‘A Day in the Life’ by the Beatles and ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light’ by Meatloaf come to mind.

But none of those, although quite popular, I think equals the universal appeal of Bohemian Rhapsody with its outrageous blending of opera, rock and roll and romantic balladry.

About this time 1977-78, I was getting ready to graduate from high school and moving on in the state of Georgia. I inherited ‘News of the World’ from my wife, but it wasn’t the same Queen, and it wasn’t the same me.

I was ready to movoid down the road picking up other great music along the way. Like Mellencamp and Hiatt.

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Daily Journal, 4/23, 2020, the Right Think version

As some of my columns go I didn’t expect to write a column when I was just fiddling around on my computer. And thinking.

So I wrote up a little ditty about thinking. (Other stuff coming: a review on my Queen records and something about a Mixtape. And don’t forget my recent P.J {Proby review, a character indeed.)

Keep thinking folks!

Do our brains have an infinite number of thoughts?

By Mike Oliver | moliver@al.com

Think about it.

When you are forming a thought you could go in a million directions. Or, maybe an infinite number of directions.

I’m thinking right now of the beach. I’m thinking of the emerald blue water and white sugar sand, I’m thinking of lotion, and sunburn. I’m thinking about the coronavirus. I’m thinking of a story I read about two cats in different parts of New York who got the coronavirus.

“I wonder if dolphins get the disease,” I think. Stop!

Stop these thoughts, I’ve got to finish this column.

So think about it: Do we have an infinite number of thoughts?

No, you say?

When you die, your brain dies so that would end the thoughts, you aver. Therefore, the number of thoughts a person has is finite.

But wait a minute, what if we are talking about everybody’s brain, not just a brain. Or, let’s suppose we are immortal and the universe is infinite. Seems like we would have, or be capable of having, an endless number of thoughts?

Google receives 63,000 searches per second.

Of those searches, 15 percent have never been searched on Google, according to the SEOtribunal.com, which I found using Google. Never? Never!

That’s an astounding number of new queries if you think about it. That’s 229 million per hour and 15 percent would mean that 34 million Google searches each hour are searches that have never been made before.

Like, I just Googled: “Do dolphins get the coronavirus?” The answer is yes so it probably has been searched. OK, new search: “Given that dolphins do get the disease how far is a safe distance from an infected dolphin firing off snot through its blowhole? Well, 100 yards is the immediate answer, I think Google has had that one too. (So, you can see it’s hard to come up with something new to search.)

Moving on, I believe there may be an infinite number of thoughts.

I would like to see if that 15 percent of searches number holds steady over the years.

I’m dipping my toe, here, into the ‘infinite monkeys theorem.’ You know the one: If you give an infinite number of monkeys a typewriter and teach them to mash keys at random, the monkeys would eventually write the complete works of Shakespeare (or maybe Edgar Rice Burroughs). It’s true, in theory.

So I started wandering down this path of thought, when I was reminded of a measurement I do know.

And that is: The human brain has 100 billion brain cells.

I have Lewy body dementia and it kills brain cells.

But think about our mindpower. There are 7.5 billion people on Earth with (maybe) an infinite number of thoughts.

There are thoughts leading-to-questions-leading-to-cures for my condition, for Parkinson’s, for Alzheimer’s for cancer, and, yes, COVID-19.

So think people. Think.

And use Google when necessary.

Mike Oliver is an opinion columnist who writes about living with Lewy body dementia and other topical issues. Read his blog at www.myvinylcountdown.com.

Thinking story also published in AL.com w/ photos and videos.

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P.J. Proby — 243, 242, 241, 240, 239

ALBUMS: Three Week Hero-PJP (1969); Enigma (1966): You Can’t Come Home Again (45 rpm) (1968): Somewhere (1967): What’s Wrong With My World (1968): Focus Con Proby (1977)

MVC Rating: Hero 4.0/$$$; Enigma 4.0/$$$; Home (45) 3.5/$$; Somewhere 3.5/$$; What’s Wrong with My World 2.5/$$; Focus Con Proby. (pending review)

I have written about Proby earlier when I named one of his albums one of the seven most underrated albums in My VInyl Countdown collection.

Proby’s story is certainly a wild one: he got kicked out of England; Van Morrison wrote a song about him; his sister dated Elvis; he played Elvis in a stage production; sang mostly rock and roll and ballads but at one point in the 1970s was lead singer for Focus the heavy prog band from the Netherlands in ‘Focus Con Proby.’ Focus is a group best known for their heavy metal yodeling song called Hocus Pocus.

First, a quick update on My Vinyl Countdown.com. That’s my website where I state my mission by vowing to listen to, write about and list (in alphabetical order) all of the records I have collected since, oh about age 12.

I’m 60 now. (I took about a two-decade detour into digital).

I am doing this to raise awareness of Lewy body dementia, which I have.

There is no cure for this disease, the second-leading form of degenerative dementia after Alzheimer’s. So yes, I am forgetful and I have tremors now and then. But thanks to modern science and miracles of their cost prohibitive I’m doing fine. My bank account may not be doing fine, but I am.

So anyway, I started with 678 records and have reviewed 438. Now I have about 240 records to go. (Give or take).

Thanks to everyone with the notes and kind words throughout this. It keeps me hanging on. (Got a Vanilla Fudge album to do when I get to the V’s).

Proby is one of those artists that I really didn’t know during my formative vinyl years. He’s one of several on the countdown that I have purchased more recently (past 3 years) as I started thumbing through bargain bins and thrift shops.

Coming home after a thrift store find I put on his Enigma record and immediately noticed the voice. It was an entity all to itself, Vegas, swamp rock, Elvis, Otis, Tom Jones — that voice channeled just about everything.

He was not moving the needle much in the U.S. but the UK seemed to love him. He was like Bizarro World Elvis: or Tom Jones playing Mick Jagger in a movie about the Stones; or Johnny Cash if he had grown up in Ireland during the 1950s and 60s and was heavily influenced by Van Morrison.

(These are fun, I could go on but I’ll restrain myself.)

The ‘accident’ sparked so much audience reaction that it happened again ……..and again. I couldn’t find any stories that detailed how many times it happened. But an oversight office on moral turpitude basically had Proby thrown out of the country.

PJ Proby’s albums were often a hodgepodge of styles looking for a theme. Some real gems however found within.

About the music. I would recommend Enigma which has his single ‘Niki Hoeky’ a Deep South novelty tune in the vein of Tony Joe White’s ‘Polk Salad Annie.’ Or about anything Jim Stafford would do.

Proby’s vocals jump comfortably from falsetto to hard rock/soul back down again.

The man knew he had a voice and that was possibly his downfall.

On stage he knew he could wow anyone when he opened his mouth to sing. But his ability to sing any type of song also meant that he recorded any type of songs — as if he was going for the shotgun affect and seeing which style will stick

The problem, which comes clear in the very-good-but-disjointed ‘Three Week Hero., ‘ is that he thinks it’s all too funny, like a comedian who has no sense of when to quit repeating the punch line. His exaggerated bumpkin accent on the opening title song on Hero has no reasoning behind it, context.

It’s bizarre as if he was brushing up to be on TV’s Hee Haw.

In another really good song he sounds like Johnny Cash — only better!

Then he airs out a completely gut wrenching Otis Redding like vocal on a song that made me readjust the listening device. He covered ” It’s so hard to be a N-word.’ No, I’m not going to write it).

It’s a song written by Georgia civil rights activist and African American Mable Hillery. I was brought up that white people never use the N-word so I questioned the appropriateness of a white man singing. Here’s Mable’s version.

And here is Proby’s version with the backing of a group of four men called the New Yardbirds.

Yes, the New Yardbirds were John Bonham, John Paul Jones, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant. It is believed to be the first time the future Led Zeppelin members recorded together.

NOTE: This song is part of a 3-song medley that also includes ‘George Wallace came Rolling in this Morning.’

Off the same album is this one which sounds like it could have been a single.

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Daily Journal, 4/16, 2020, a Friday long-time-no-see edition

This has hardly been a ‘Daily’ journal. Sorry about that.

The coronavirus has been a big distraction. Too light a word, distraction. It’s been a scary life-changing event for most. If you’ve been following this blog, you’d think that all I’ve been doing since April Fool’s Day is listening to piano music.

Holy Titanic, that’s not the case!

To catch you up on what I’ve been doing these past few weeks, I’ll start with the point where I realized this was a huge deal.

It was Friday, March 13, and after an exchange of emails with Dr. Michael Saag that started the previous day, I received and read an Op-ed piece Saag sent me and it really opened my eyes. In clear straight ahead prose Saag laid out the pending crisis from transmission to infection to possible runaway contagion and worldwide shut-down. Saag’s piece was a hard-hitting , fact-filled, Paul Revere call- out.

I felt Saag’s sense of urgency now . The AL.com headline published Friday evening:

Renowned AIDS expert: Alabama not prepared for ‘major storm’ of COVID-19

On Saturday I talked to Saag again about some of the emails he had received from doctors he knew on the front lines in Italy. The emails painted a vivid and tragic scene: overrun emergency departments, bed shortages, medical staff weeping as they helplessly watched patients die. That story published Sunday, I believe.

Italian doctors reveal how COVID-19 is blowing up the health care system

Saag agreed to do a Q&A and follow that up with daily reports answering questions as the pandemic unfolded. We did get a couple in:

Saag’s Q&A’s

I did a few other virus related stories after that:

MVC asks: Proof that God doesn’t favor the devout. And is coronavirus testing a farce?

Alabama hunkers down for virus and tornadoes

Many of these stories were getting 10s and even hundreds of thousands of page views. Saag’s Friday the 13th Op-ed has had half a million page views to date. Millions were reading AL.com stories and our hard-working staff of several dozen have written and are writing hundreds of stories.

I have been in this business for 40 years at three major news organizations from Florida to California and have been involved in stories that have had major impacts. But in terms of public service and changing lives, the alarm bells — once we started ringing them — probably helped slow this thing down by educating the public. And while I’m viewing this through the lens of AL.com, I think it is true of the news media in general. It is a great example of where the value of journalism shines.

And so it is ironic, and yes cosmically intertwined — like Saag getting the virus — that my company announced pay cuts and mandatory unpaid furloughs this week.

The reason: The coronavirus has hit our economy with a wallop not seen a long long time. We make much of our money from advertising and businesses are slashing those advertising dollars. And of course, some business will not survive.

What do we do? Keep on keeping on. In the meantime if you are so inclined, we announced a new way for readers to help: voluntary subscriptions. We hope enough readers will chip in $10 per month to help us do our job keeping the public informed.

I’ll leave you with a song I have adopted as my own personal coronavirus song by one of my favorites:

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My top 10 Jazz piano players

As I mentioned in my Countdown Post 247 and 248 I have come to really enjoy certain jazz. Late 50s, early 60s cool jazz and bop. i also like jazzy Brazilian music and some modern jazz.

Miles Davis, Charley Parker, “Big” Bill Patton, Stanley Turrentine. Chet Baker, etc. are all folks I’ve listened to more on this journey than ever before.

Here’s my list of best jazz piano players. I may be out of my league judging fine jazz but here I go anyway.

  1. Erroll Garner. I had not heard of him until I found for a $2 bill a 10″ 33\ 1/3 record by him. Soon as I heard record I knew it was someone special. He was 5-feet -2-inches tall and never learned to read music — which at first kept him out of some good music schools. They relented and he came one of the best pianists of all time in the Jazz real.
  2. Bud Powell his music is precise and yet it still swings like it has that boppity bop.
  3. Art Tatum. I’ve heard him on several things; would like to hear more.
  4. Thelonious Monk. I recognize his great skills. I haven’t listened that much to really ‘know’ Monk. I have a couple of 78s with Monk, Bud Powell and Charley Parker.
  5. Keith Jarrett. Bought a box set of his music, mostly solo. I’d heard his name before, but the man can seriously play

6) Duke Ellington — The master leader could also play.

7) McCoy Tyner Everything I’ve heard has been good but haven’t heard much.

8) Keith Emerson. This is a little controversial because he didn’t play jazz per se but he played classical in a rock setting thus I think he was often ‘Jazzing up the classical bits). He as an amazing pianist. He performed Scott Joplin music and for one album. (Or half).

9/10. Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea. I recognize their talent but I was never a big jazz fusion fan beyond some home cookin’ bands, Sea Level and Dixie Dregs.

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Patti LaBelle and the Bluebelles 247

ALBUM: At the Apollo. (1970s?)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

Patti Labelle — like Diana Ross –first gained notice leading a ‘girl’ group.Diana Ross and the Supremes, Patti Labelle and the Bluebelles.

Both singers became stars and left their respective groups and became even more famous with long productive careers.

In fact, one of the Bluebelles became a “Supreme” — Cindy Birdsong.

But the comparisons end at the music. Diana Ross was a hit making songstress whose soft smoky voice appealed to a broader range of people than Labelle.

Labelle was a soul belter with an amazingly powerful voice, think Aretha Franklin, although higher and more piercing. This album is live and she works it out on songs like ‘I Sold my Heart to the Junkman’ and ‘Go On.’ The interesting thing on these older tracks is that Patti keeps her voice under rein. Later, with some big spots on television and concerts she would tend to let loose with her vocal acrobatics, scaling octaves like Mount Everest. A glass breaking voice that dominated and overshadowed anyone who might be on stage with her.

Perhaps her biggest recording was the multimillion seller ‘Lady Marmalade.’

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Peter, Paul and Mary — 248

ALBUMS: Reunion (1978); In Concert (1964); 1700, (1967)

MVC Ratings: Reunion 3.0/$; In Concert, 3.5/$$; 1700 3.0/$

Peter, Paul and Mary (PP&M) are the Three Dog Night of folk music. And I don’t mean that in any disparaging way, to either party.

They both were accomplished performers and recorded great music that touched millions of people. They just weren’t trailblazers, they were interpretors. PP&M’s voices blended like milk in coffee. But they were doing other people songs. It was all to a good end. When they recorded Dylan’s ‘Blowin’ in the Wind’ they made people pay attention to an almost perfect song sung in harmonic synchronicity as opposed to Dylan’s version, which was heartfelt and great but urban sidewalk busker-like with Dylan blowing harp and finger picking his guitar. Some would say PPM were homogenized and they were.

In a similar but reverse way, Three Dog Night did small hits of folksy sounding songs and turned them into convincing rock and rollers: Think Laura Nyro’s ‘Eli’s Coming, Randy Newman’s ‘Mama Told Me Not to Come’ and Harry Nillson’s “One.’ (Actually the Nyro song rocks about as hard as Three Dog Night’s.)

Now there’s nothing wrong, as I’ve said, with covering other songs. Singer-songwriters, it seems to me are relatively new thing. Folks like Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Elvis didn’t write their songs. But they could deliver them in a charismatic or appealing way and had nice careers.

The singer-songwriter phase really kicked in with the Beatles and Dylan. During the British invasion led by the Beatles, many acts were just starting to write their own including the Beatles, Buddy Holly and the Rolling Stones.

I’ve got here three PP&M albums. The newest from 1978 is Reunion. The other two are old, with tape on the seams, albums played to death by mi esposa, Catherine, who grew up loving them, Carol King, Carly Simon, James Taylor and the Beach Boys. Oh, and Simon and Garfunkel.

All singer-songwriters. In fact that little group right there have written some of the best known songs in contemporary times. Meanwhile Peter Paul and Mary just made beautiful music. Beautiful like this:

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Daily Journal the virus expert edition (March 14, 2020)

Well as I reported yesterday, the world is ending. But we made it through Friday the 13th.

I often talk about my fatal disease Lewy body dementia. Eventually after some conversation one of us will say ‘Hey we are all going to die.’ Death rate of those on earth is still 100 percent.

But me, I have a fatal disease and I don’t want to die ‘early’ from some damn virus. I want as many good minutes as I can get.

This COVID -19 virus is supposed to get widespread in Alabama, infectious disease expert Dr. Michael Saag. His op-ed piece which we published Friday paints a bleak picture., especially if we don’t act swiftly.

The piece is essential reading.

IMPORTANT BROKEN LINK FIX: There was a link to a New York Times graphic that Saag pointed out in his op-ed. The graphic a nice job in a simple way of how and why we need to stretch and slow the infection rate down. I checked the link this morning and it was broken but I found it here. I’m now going to go correct it in Saag’s op-ed.

Keep checking back here for more My Vinyl Countdown on the virus, the end of life as we know it or going stir crazy with no basketball. This is changing our lives in myriad ways.

TIP OF THE DAY: Don’t check your retirement funds. Not even worth adding that to the worry list.

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3 best vocalist performances in Rock music

My Vinyl Countdown has found its favorite rock vocal performances.

Here’s a list of the Top 3 overall, followed by a list of Top 3 male vocal performances (not including the Top 3 I previously named.) And, yes, Top 3 female vocal performances.

This is highly subjective. When I say performance I don’t mean necessarily live – it could be live or a studio version. Here we go, short and sweet.

1) Joe Cocker ‘With a Little Help from Friends.’ Live at Woodstock. This cover of the Beatles song was turned inside out and milked to an explosion of emotion. Seeing him sing it makes it all the more potent as he writhes and sways as he pulls out deep feelings and blasts them into the souls of listeners who know not what is happening

2) Janis Joplin “Me and Bobby’ McGee.’ The cover of the Kris Kristofferson song came as a surprise. No one thought the shrieking hellhound from Texas could wrench so much emotion out of what was a deceptively well-written vagabond song. She gets under and over the notes in an amazing show of restraint letting it out, cathartically, at the end with the most natural sounding ‘na na na’ chorus this side of Wilson Pickett’s Land of a 1,000 Dances.

3) Sly Stone ‘If You Want Me to Stay.’ With its thumping thunking bass line forcing you on your feet, This mid-tempo Sly song covers all the bases vocally, from yodel flip to falsetto and back to heavy chest vibrating low octaves. It has soul and it is making the soul work.

Quick hits male and female:

Top 3 (Male vocal performance other than the above)

1) Prince “The Beautiful Ones.’’ Oh my! Nothing to say when you get to the end.

2) Wilson Pickett Hey Jude Beatles version is great but Pickett with guitar session help from Duane Allman tears the cover off.

3) Elvis Presley Fever (I also considered Jailhouse Rock and Kentucky Rain.}

Top 3 (Female vocal performance other than the above)

1) Eva Cassidy“Over the Rainbow” a pop ballad, not really rock. But when you hear this live version of the classic song, sung in a DC area night club with only Eva’s voice and acoustic guitar, you instantly are told by the chills down your neck that this is singing. And Magic. Singer died too young.

2) Gayle McCormick “Baby, It’s You.” The Shirelles did it, the Beatles did it but nobody did this song better than the lead singer of A Group Called Smith.

3) Tina Turner “Better be Good to Me’ Tina was the real deal, singer, performer, and role model.

Honorable mentions Aretha Franklin ‘R-E-S-P-E-C-T and Hocus Pocus by Focus singer Thijs van Leer.

Hocus Pocus is one weird vocal.

And in signing off I’ll cheat with one more cannot be ignored vocal: Little Richard Tutti Frutti/Long Tall Sally

Suggestions, critiques – all welcome.

Also published in AL.com here.

BONUS QUESTION: Which one of these artists on the list are from Alabama. (Scroll down to see).

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Wilson Pickett born in Prattville.

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Pink Floyd — 263, 262, 261, 259

ALBUMS: Ummaguma (1969) : Dark Side of the Moon (1973): Wish You Were Here (1975); The Wall (1979)

MVC Rating: Ummagumma/4.0/$$$$$; Dark Side/ 5.0/$$$$$; Wish/$$$$$ 4.5; the Wall, 4.5/$$$$$ (NOTE: All five dollar signs meaning at least $25 to get any of these in decent shape. Can pay many hundreds for certain Pink Floyd collectibles.)

By the way, which one’s Pink?

A classic line from a classic album.

The line from a meeting between the rock group and the record company executives, in a few words, captures the relationship or lack thereof between artists and the anonymous men in suits, a relationship that historically had been too often built on rip-offs and lies. Their only interest is that ‘Pink’ and his chums can sell more ‘units.’

Come on in have a cigar boys, the producer tells them.

“I’ll tell you the name of the game, boys,” the song goes. I”t’s called riding the gravy train.”

That on ‘Wish You Were Here” echoed a previous song, the ‘hit’ Money from the DSOM album: New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team…

Pink Floyd has become synonymous with the so-called Classic Rock genre. But back when I got it, there was not a lot like it. There was no ‘Classic’ yet.

Pink Floyd deserves their success. I thought they were out of this world when I first heard them. I think my girlfriend in Indiana in the 9th grade gave me ‘Dark Side of the Moon.’ And if I am not mistaken, i gave her David Essex who really had only one song I remember and that was Rock On. Cool song with a little rock-a-billy echo if I recollect.

Floyd was one of those bands that expanded the boundaries of rock and roll, starting with highly experimental sounds with space as a theme or touchstone. Albums like Ummagumma and Piper’s at the Gates of Dawn were long rides, with trippy special effects. It was the kind of music that your parents thought was all rock music. Ummagumma had extreme dyanamic range with soft passages you could barely hear followed by wine glass breaking shrieks. I don’t know what a banshee looks or sounds like, but I imagine it would sound like the end of the first side of Ummagumma.

And yes, there was an element of the music built to ‘freak out’ the psychedelic or stoned crowd. But as many artists have shown before and after those Ummagumma 60’s and Dark Side 70’s, you usually lose when you mess with the drugs.

Pink Floyd became one of the most successful group of musicians in rock history, or should I say music history. They reigned in their psychedelic influenced musical ramblings into something much more accessible and potent. Unfortunately along the way they lost a key band founder, Syd Barrett, whose drug use escalated and his mental health deteriorated. Eventually the band kicked Barrett out, although he remained a muse and influential inspiration for Pink Floyd’s other members.

From Wikipedia: “Pink Floyd’s most popular work drew on the power of what Barrett signified,” wrote Steven Hyden in his 2018 book Twilight of the Gods. “[E]ven after he was no longer in the band, his spirit haunted its records.”

The Floyd album and song ”Wish You were Here,’ was about Syd as was ‘Shine on You Crazy Diamond’ from the same album.

Pink Floyd’s trademark other-worldy sound and echoes, dipping in to free form jazz and touches of Classical music was Barrett’s foundation for the band led by David Gilmour and Roger Waters. A list of top selling artists of all time using data from  MTV, VH1, and Billboard shows Floyd with 121 million certified units sold. That puts them 8th on the list of all time sales leaders. The top three are the Beatles, Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson.

By practically creating a new genre, Pink Floyd will go down as one of the most pioneering groups ever. There were other experimentalists. The Soft Machine, Emerson Lake and Palmer, Hawkwind, and Kraftwork. But none ever appealed to as many people. Dark Side of the Moon was on the charts (200) for an astounding 14 years.