A new, all singing all dancing, 50th anniversary super-deluxe reissue of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway by Genesis arrives this week, even though, in just over a month, the album will actually turn 51 years of age. At this stage of the game, the significant anniversaries pile up at an alarming rate I can tell you. My copy of the LP was one of a select group to survive the punk rock record collection purge of the late 1970s and indeed I subsequently purchased it twice more on CD, in original and remastered configurations. The CDs have left the building now (as indeed they all will eventually), but my original 51 year old LP with the Charisma mad hatter label, a half a century's worth of accumulated surface noise and slightly ring worn sleeve will see me through this life, that's for sure.
As I listen to the album while typing these words, the memories of of old loves, half forgotten friends and high school high jinks echo down the years. Isn't it miraculous that music can do that?
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Also I believe the inspiration for your own impending magnum opus about life in Suffolk, 'The Swede Lies Down In Sudbury'
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