Talk about sucking the life out of a song ... that was awful.
 

bapu
 
I saw Jethro Tull in their prime. 1971.
 
 

 
I saw them in 1988, 1992 and 1995. First 2 were good. On the last one Willy Porter was support and I wished he'd stayed on. I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

jamesg1213

KenB123

jamesg1213
 
I agree. My sister had it, and set against the other stuff she played regularly in the house (Zep, Yes, SAHB etc) it did sound a bit cheesy, even to my 11 yr old ears.

Many times I am lost with acronyms. 
 
Best I came up with for SAHB is "The Sensational Alex Harvey Band". Please correct me otherwise. Thanks.

 
Yep, that was them. She played the 'Live' album a lot at home and I grew to love 'em, esp. 'Faith Healer'

Interesting. I have never heard of them before. Maybe more popular in Europe perhaps?
 
Listening to 15-second song snippets on Amazon, they are quite good. Reminds me a bit of Supertramp or Mott-The-Hoople. Maybe because of the slight vocal accent (at least to my midwestern USA ears).

jamesg1213

bapu
 
I saw Jethro Tull in their prime. 1971.
 
 

 
I saw them in 1988, 1992 and 1995. First 2 were good. On the last one Willy Porter was support and I wished he'd stayed on. I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

Last saw them in 1982/83. (Broadsword), IA would go into a small tent during the solos to get a hit of oxygen (maybe that was the beginning of the end for him?). How do I know? Well, my "forum type seating" was behind the band. 

jamesg1213
I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

Well, there's the alternative:
 
Stan Dupp and The Jennifer Tillies

jamesg1213
 
I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

I hear chickens are particularly fond of Ian Anderson.

quantumeffect

jamesg1213
 
I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

I hear chickens are particularly fond of Ian Anderson.

Scientifically proven factoid?

My GF at the time when I first started doing that Who shtuff wasn't really a fan (she was even younger than I was and training to be a chef... so yanno, not so much experienced in the dino rock) but she was a good girl and started getting into them through my adventures.
 
I guess she had been listening to all the mundane ultra Who nerd stuff I was having to study (seriously Who freaks are REALLY into the ultra details of pretty much EVERYTHING about the band... never seen anything like it and this was our audience). So I guess she was listening to the local rock station that were doing a Who trivia giveaway. She called in and scored tix to the upcoming show at the ACC and a copy of the recently(?) release My Gen Deluxe CD (includes a bunch of old R&B covers...).
 
Pretty sweet and of course she took me. Sadly that was the tour Entwistle died (before even hitting the road) so it was that Palladino fellow, Starkey (sp?), Townsend, Daltrey and Pete's... I wanna say cousin? on backup guit.
 
The sound in the ACC is of course crap what with being a sports arena, the place was a freaking zoo (I hate big shows but hey... not going would be idiotic), Palladino was good but I'm a massive Entwhistle fan so... yanno, that was kind of bleh, Moon being dead for like 20 years didn't help (although Ringo's kid is a phenomenal drummer), Pete had switched from Gibson/Hi-Watt gear to all Fender stuff (and was being his usual dorky self), etc.
 
So although it was still better than NOT seeing The Who at all... I really didn't feel like I actually saw The Who.
 
Daltrey though was awesome. Full on. For an old bugger he was RIPPED too. Had his shirt open with fans blowing it backwards. Oh how the old bitties squealed with middle aged delight.
 
As far as just plain, straight up coolness Daltrey was always my fave in that band. I think he'd be the only one of the original four that wouldn't have driven me nuts in short order.
 
Moon: Psycho, would likely get you arrested or into some ridiculous brawl.
 
Pete: Total weirdo egotist with too many issues for even the finest, most luxurious magazine racks.
 
Entwhistle: Cranky, moody bastige.
 
Daltry: Working class ethos, down to earth, will efficiently and skillfully pop ya in the gob if you get too stoopid, etc.
 
I know who I'd rather slam pints with.

bapu

quantumeffect

jamesg1213
 
I wouldn't cross the street to watch Ian Anderson these days, painful.

I hear chickens are particularly fond of Ian Anderson.

Scientifically proven factoid?

Of course ... my hypotheses are always supported by animal testing.  And my animal testing is always performed on chickens.

Beepster
Sadly that was the tour Entwistle died (before even hitting the road)...

I had tickets to see the Who in Irvine California (literally within walking distance from my condo) for Friday, June 28th, 2002...
 
(John died the night before.)