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  • Prog. The golden years. 1996-2003.

EraserOfLove I never quite made it to Cream, can only imagine what it was like. ‘Like tears in the rain’!

    gcw

    your killing me softly tonight mate. like tears in rain..
    i went to the first cream festival in 98/97?? i was waering a silver perfecto fluro flying jacket and dyed my hair blue. we was in the queue to get in and my wife at the time said ‘your hair looks really sensational’ and it all went quiet in the queue as we were surrounded by scousers and general ray langton northern types. ..

    i gave her the jonathin E rollerball glove later on in the danny rampling tgoa trance tent on the sly to chastise her for embarasing me.

    Dan

    oh you sweet bitch.. ippon. pure unrefined prog. in perpetuity.

    what a track.

    lets be fair dan that track is Infinite prog in infinite combinations… symbolizing the elements that create truth and beauty.

    Planet heaven mix. The break at 4mins 40 lays me assunder..

    EraserOfLove look lads , you have been very welcoming to me back into the Symbionese Liberation Army of prog.

    Ha, what a coincidence. I was literally only earlier today reading your quality post about a day in the life of a Lloyd’s broker from the old board:

    https://jaded-clubbers.freeforums.net/thread/220/work?page=2

    EraserOfLove The Prog Spice Melange must flow…and flow..and Flow…and Flow.

    lay it on from a great height

    Sure thing:

      hugopal

      Hugo i remember you mate!. that was a long while ago. i’ve been a probation officer since 2015. shite money but a good gig. i love that james holden remix!

      fucking frankie fraser rampton romper suit straightjacket insane that some one after 3 years goes fishing around on my twitter account like an amyl nitrate soaked sex fiend with GHB priapism Headfirst in a skip In the breezeblock back yard of an Old Compton Street sex shop. Frantically searching for soiled gussets, stray pubes, and a fleurs-de-lys strap-on to sniff, seeking out the tatty trinkets and baubles to lay before their leftist Politruck Superiors for a tickle on the tummy and a pair of denim jeans.

      Nick seems the sort of bloke who would inform on  his neighbours for playing imperalist decadent chuck berry on their bulb transistor Radio  through the thin paper walls of  their  Motorenwerk state owned  prefabrication asbestos erich honecker platenbau probably for party advancement and an extra cup of GDR pea flour Kaffe Mix coffee substitute before his shift at producing time and motion studies of his comrades greasing hydraulic nipples in a injection moulding plastics factory.

      the way it kicks up a gear at 6 minutes… I remember this at the gallery at turnmills.. i lost me left nut dancing when gayle san dropped this . all decked out in me hope and glory clobber. tears in rain lads..

      Brutal like a Knuckle. the gear change at 5mins 30… takes the piss..