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10 hours ago, Dave1291 said:

Funny!  How many bands have just released ONE lp, which is a nice listen and resonates then poof they're gone?


They are essentially Sebastian Hardie that changed the name when they had a personnel reshuffle 
 

A little bit of background info if you want to delve into it 

But I can tell you that it’s a fantastic album from start to finish 

 

https://www.thebestoffmusic.nl/symphonische-rock/windchase/

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1 hour ago, Wardsweb said:

I do along with a few others. They are classics.

 

 

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What goes up, must come down
What must rise, must fall
And what goes on in your life
Is writing on the wall
If all things must fall
Why build a miracle at all
If all things must pass
Even a miracle won't last
What goes up, must come down
What must stand alone?
And what goes on, in your mind
Is turning into stone
If all things must fall
Why build a miracle at all
If all things must pass
Even a pyramid won't last
 
How can you be so sure?
How do you know what the earth will endure?
How can you be so sure?
That the wonders you've made in you life
Will be seen
By the millions who'll follow to visit the site
Of your dream?
 
What goes up, must come down
What goes round, must come round
What's been lost, must be found  
 
 
 
 
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43 minutes ago, MicroMara said:

Missing " Freudiana " from 1990 here , composed by Eric Woolfson, produced and engineered by Alan Parsons. A really good concept album.  

 

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17 hours ago, Full Range said:

A little bit of background info if you want to delve into it 

But I can tell you that it’s a fantastic album from start to finish 

 

Wasn't really questioning the album at all.  Just the things that have coursed thru the years.   So many of them.  Some good and others not so much.  I've got some great ones too.  Gonna have to nose a bit.  :)

 

Yea, hit your link and DO remember them.  When I saw the "Blues Band" and Windchase it came back to me.  Then the JC Superstar clicked on the vocals.  I remember someone saying some other guys was a lot better.  They were hitting here w/some of the West Coast groups.  Good, but in Austrailia.  Definitely one to check out over here if you can find it.  Thanks for that brain jog.  

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2 hours ago, Dave1291 said:

Dropped today.  Get off that gold card.  :)  35$

 

Steve Hackett - Bay Of Kings

 

Steve Hackett - Momentum

 

Just for you @KROCK @Mossy bottom since you got it.  55$

 

Diana Krall - Look Of Love [Verve Acoustic Sounds Series]

 

Killer too if ya don't have it.  38$

Leon Russell - Wedding Album [Silver Vinyl]

 

May as well spend spend some of your money too!  Thank me later!  😂  

 

Wtf I'm not included !

 

How about you share your $$$

With me or just send the vinyl..

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5 hours ago, dirtmudd said:

Wtf I'm not included !

As I recall WHO was doin the whining one time because I got something and "they" didn't cause I never made a post in here about the drop???  Was something Hackett too kinda maybe.  I've HAD the Leon and now it's a "piles" kinda thingy.   Sheesh, can't do ANYthing right in here.  😂  

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On 7/27/2024 at 10:10 PM, dirtmudd said:

 

 

You may look like we do

Talk like we do

But you know how it is

 

You're not one of us, not one of us

No, you're not one of us

You're not one of us, not one of us

No, you're not one of us

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Here's a great story posted by Drive listener Tim Flihan. Read it and does anybody know who had the embroidered Genesis Jacket? We are wondering what happened to the jacket. This is a great read: 

Tim Flihan

18 hrs · Frankfort · 

True story. Utica concert history. Enjoy. And if you know what happened to that jacket message me Tim

 

The Jacket

 

In 1982, I had the opportunity to provide personal security to Peter Gabriel as he walked through the crowd at the Stanley Theater in Utica, NY. I sort of cleared the way. It was my first- time backstage for any show up until that time so I had some access. Before the show a young guy and his girlfriend came up to me while I was waiting for a ride on King Street behind the historic building. 

The Dude had on a Jean Jacket with the album cover from The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway embroidered on the back. If you don’t know what that is, sorry, but it was really cool. Anyway, he saw the lanyard with my pass he asked me if I could get Peter to sign it. I told him I would try after the show. I had no idea if I could, but if I could I would. He left and I went back inside and hung out. I was good at that. 

That afternoon I walked through the tunnels underneath the theater which was how we got from the ratty old dressing rooms to the back of the Stanley. They come out in the basement underneath the front lobby and into the Men’s bathroom in the basement. For a geek like me I loved the behind the scenes stuff. This was going to be memorable.

So, it’s showtime and we walk through the tunnels, Peter and the band complete with drums and their faces made-up followed me blindly through the labyrinth beneath the huge crowd anticipating their arrival. Then we get to the door which opens directly into the restroom, which was currently occupied by at least a dozen people . It’s not every day you see Peter Gabriel and his band, in complete regalia with drums, come out of the wall in the restroom where you were anxiously trying to relieve yourself and get back to your seat. I wish I had a camera. The look on the collective faces was priceless. We proceeded to march up the ornate stairwell which led to the inner lobby passing stunned fans as we briskly passed them on our way to the rear entrance. The lobby was almost empty by this time as people had only recently scrambled to get to their seats as the house lights dimmed. The anticipation was palpable. It was there that we opened the door and the sold-out Stanley turned their collective heads as the band pounded the drums which were beating behind me as we marched through the stunned and roaring crowd toward stage. The Rhythm was haunting. The Rhythm of the Heat. The lights and fog were surreal. Then as quickly as it started my job was done. Now I could relax and enjoy the show which was more of an event then rock concert. That whole experience was like I was a member of the band. All eyes were on the band as they paraded trough the crowd and I was right in front of Peter. For a couple of minutes, I knew what it felt like to be adored by the fans. Not me, I was not the focus of their attention, but I was so close that I felt it. It was a feeling I will never forget or be able to replicate in my simple uneventful life.

After the show I escorted Peter and his team to a room at the Motel next to the Stanley It’s gone now, torn down years ago to make room for a parking lot. On my way between the Motel and the theater, the young man and his girlfriend that I met prior to the show flagged me down. They had been waiting for the hour or so since the show had ended. They once again asked me if I could get the jacket signed. I could see that this whole experience was a spiritual one for them. On top of that it was the nicest jean jacket I had ever seen. So, I took the jacket back to the room and Peter signed it. I had worried he would be reluctant, but he was gracious. As a matter of fact, after he signed it he passed it around to the other people in the room and commented how nice it was. It seemed like I was gone for hours, but it was only a few minutes until I brought it back to the rightful owner who was overjoyed when I gave it back to him. He was thrilled to death. He was a true fan. I always wondered what became of that jacket, there was no way that coat would have been neglected or lost to time. I am positive he would have insisted that some sort of reverence be given to it, because he was a fan, I always thought of myself as a Genesis/Peter Gabriel super fan, but that night I felt small. This was a true fan. Someone who cherished the moment. 

I last saw him and his girlfriend sitting on a retaining wall between the theater and the motel, on that cold rainy October night. I thought he was crying, but it may have just been the misty rain. I like to think he was crying, because it was a culmination of love which brought him to that moment.

I have often wondered what had happened to that jacket. Where it was. Was it displayed? Was it worn? Where is it?

It has been over thirty-five years since that night and I still fondly remember it like it was yesterday.

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On 7/27/2024 at 10:10 PM, dirtmudd said:

 

 

You may look like we do

Talk like we do

But you know how it is

 

You're not one of us, not one of us

No, you're not one of us

You're not one of us, not one of us

No, you're not one of us

Screenshot_20240727_220933_Gallery.jpg

 

1 hour ago, dirtmudd said:

Here's a great story posted by Drive listener Tim Flihan. Read it and does anybody know who had the embroidered Genesis Jacket? We are wondering what happened to the jacket. This is a great read: 

Tim Flihan

18 hrs · Frankfort · 

True story. Utica concert history. Enjoy. And if you know what happened to that jacket message me Tim

 

The Jacket

 

In 1982, I had the opportunity to provide personal security to Peter Gabriel as he walked through the crowd at the Stanley Theater in Utica, NY. I sort of cleared the way. It was my first- time backstage for any show up until that time so I had some access. Before the show a young guy and his girlfriend came up to me while I was waiting for a ride on King Street behind the historic building. 

The Dude had on a Jean Jacket with the album cover from The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway embroidered on the back. If you don’t know what that is, sorry, but it was really cool. Anyway, he saw the lanyard with my pass he asked me if I could get Peter to sign it. I told him I would try after the show. I had no idea if I could, but if I could I would. He left and I went back inside and hung out. I was good at that. 

That afternoon I walked through the tunnels underneath the theater which was how we got from the ratty old dressing rooms to the back of the Stanley. They come out in the basement underneath the front lobby and into the Men’s bathroom in the basement. For a geek like me I loved the behind the scenes stuff. This was going to be memorable.

So, it’s showtime and we walk through the tunnels, Peter and the band complete with drums and their faces made-up followed me blindly through the labyrinth beneath the huge crowd anticipating their arrival. Then we get to the door which opens directly into the restroom, which was currently occupied by at least a dozen people . It’s not every day you see Peter Gabriel and his band, in complete regalia with drums, come out of the wall in the restroom where you were anxiously trying to relieve yourself and get back to your seat. I wish I had a camera. The look on the collective faces was priceless. We proceeded to march up the ornate stairwell which led to the inner lobby passing stunned fans as we briskly passed them on our way to the rear entrance. The lobby was almost empty by this time as people had only recently scrambled to get to their seats as the house lights dimmed. The anticipation was palpable. It was there that we opened the door and the sold-out Stanley turned their collective heads as the band pounded the drums which were beating behind me as we marched through the stunned and roaring crowd toward stage. The Rhythm was haunting. The Rhythm of the Heat. The lights and fog were surreal. Then as quickly as it started my job was done. Now I could relax and enjoy the show which was more of an event then rock concert. That whole experience was like I was a member of the band. All eyes were on the band as they paraded trough the crowd and I was right in front of Peter. For a couple of minutes, I knew what it felt like to be adored by the fans. Not me, I was not the focus of their attention, but I was so close that I felt it. It was a feeling I will never forget or be able to replicate in my simple uneventful life.

After the show I escorted Peter and his team to a room at the Motel next to the Stanley It’s gone now, torn down years ago to make room for a parking lot. On my way between the Motel and the theater, the young man and his girlfriend that I met prior to the show flagged me down. They had been waiting for the hour or so since the show had ended. They once again asked me if I could get the jacket signed. I could see that this whole experience was a spiritual one for them. On top of that it was the nicest jean jacket I had ever seen. So, I took the jacket back to the room and Peter signed it. I had worried he would be reluctant, but he was gracious. As a matter of fact, after he signed it he passed it around to the other people in the room and commented how nice it was. It seemed like I was gone for hours, but it was only a few minutes until I brought it back to the rightful owner who was overjoyed when I gave it back to him. He was thrilled to death. He was a true fan. I always wondered what became of that jacket, there was no way that coat would have been neglected or lost to time. I am positive he would have insisted that some sort of reverence be given to it, because he was a fan, I always thought of myself as a Genesis/Peter Gabriel super fan, but that night I felt small. This was a true fan. Someone who cherished the moment. 

I last saw him and his girlfriend sitting on a retaining wall between the theater and the motel, on that cold rainy October night. I thought he was crying, but it may have just been the misty rain. I like to think he was crying, because it was a culmination of love which brought him to that moment.

I have often wondered what had happened to that jacket. Where it was. Was it displayed? Was it worn? Where is it?

It has been over thirty-five years since that night and I still fondly remember it like it was yesterday.

 

 

But the real story starts not to much later after this picture 

 

 

 

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