Next Saturday I'll be beside myself, as Strider and I get ready for the trip to Connecticut to see Greg Lake. I'm already flippy, with that under-the-tongue and back-of-the-throat-stomach-turn semi-panic mini-dry-heave feeling. It's been pumped up a lot after I read the review from Montreal, where the set list included "Trilogy".
ELP in their heyday only performed "Trilogy" twice, as it's a damn hard piece to do live. Vocally it's all over the place and I don't know how Greg's gonna do those octave shifts. But if he does it, I'll lose my mind. That's the song I've always wanted to hear live. Always.
He's not the tall blond Adonis he used to be
but I'm not the tall auburn chickie I was, either. He's still Greg. And he still turns me on. Have I made that clear enough? :D