Reviewing your parents' music collection
I have always had a soft spot for melancholy music, melodies that take on sadness with a flair of dramatic awareness. A minor chord progression that presses on the tear ducts just a little bit, swelling strings and grand pianos that underline existential dread and questioning minds. Add to that a couple of sweltering guitar… Continue reading “What a year, what a day, what a life it is” – Supertramp’s “Crime of the Century” questions fitting in by standing out
There once was a record on my parents shelf, featuring one of the most confusing sleeve designs to me as a child as I simply could not place its meaning in relation to the music. There once was a record that featured a blaring saxophone solo on almost every single song. There once was Supertramp's… Continue reading Is there such a thing as too many musical layers? Let’s ask “Breakfast in America” by Supertramp
The Dad Anthology 