Sunday, May 29, 2022

Captain Beyond These Things

All hands on deck, we've run afloat
I heard the captain cry
"Explore the ship, replace the cook"
"Let no one leave alive!"
Across the straits, around the horn
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course
And no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold
Could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue
No mortal place at all
We fired the guns, and burned the mast
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes
Have passed since we made land
A salty dog, the seaman's log
Your witness, my own hand

Procol Harum
Hofstra University Playhouse
Hempstead, New York

01 WLIR-FM introduction
02 Bringing Home the Bacon 
03 Simple Sister
04 Something Magic
05 Strangers In Space
06 Grand Hotel
07 Conquistador
08 Pandora's Box
09 The Unquiet Zone
10 A Salty Dog
11 The Mark of the Claw
12 A Whiter Shade of Pale
13 WLIR-FM credits

Total time: 1:12:50

Gary Brooker - piano & vocals
Mick Grabham - guitar
Dee Murray - bass
Pete Solley - piano, synthesizer & organ
B.J. Wilson - drums

master cassette of a WLIR-FM broadcast
pitch corrected by kingrue, January 2017
repaired, denoised, remastered and retracked by EN, May 2022
465 MB FLAC/May 2022 archive link

I'll be back next weekend to begin June with something that'll convince you I've gone crazy... a special project you might never expect from me, so don't stop believin'.
This small slice of 1977 right here, however, is for Gary Brooker, who'd have been 77 today had he not passed a few months back. Who was a songwriter for the ages who, as the guiding light behind the timelessly elegant band Procol Harum -- almost-Latin for "beyond these things" --  created music that will surely long outlast the merely material.--J.

5.29.1945 - 2.19.2022

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