it's a movement
The future wifey hosted a holiday party last night, and so I’m currently experiencing an absolutely crushing hangover. The little soiree was held on the Skywalk at Prudential Center, fifty stories up, near the top of one of the tallest buildings in Boston. Between the amazing view, the ridiculously stylish designers, and the unceasing flow of sweet sweet liquor, I felt like some grand, urbane socialite, and not just some dude pulling down only a grand per year lived. But Boston is seriously one hell of a beautiful city, and, I hate to say it, but Atlanta looks like a post-apocalyptic dystopian nightmare in comparison.
But so
here’s the song we named our weblog after. It’s from
Captain Beyond’s first record, and though it’s probably one of my least favorite songs on the album, it does have the best title. Captain Beyond were a semi-supergroup, featuring the original singer from
Deep Purple,
Johnny Winter's drummer, and the guitarist and bassplayer from
Iron Butterfly. They put out a couple of great records on Georgia's own Capricorn Records back in the '70's, and then broke up, reformed, sucked, broke up, reformed, rinse, repeat. They're well worth your time.
I’m going to go sit in the bathroom and hold my head in my hands now.