Tuesday, November 10, 2009
As discussed in this forum before I have a love of all things TULL; which is what happens when people who use big words grow a beard and pick up a flute and a codpiece. Suddenly concept albums about horses seem like a good idea. Named after the inventor of the seed drill, TULL sounds both sexy and agrarian at the same time. Whilst young girls in my day lamented along with Janis Ian's 'At Seventeen' I aligned myself with young fellas despairing about slim-hipped Gold Coast lads slipping their tongues into nubile beach babes. But not for reasons you think. The TULL was a chance for disenfranchised youths to feel superior. Here was music for teens with artisitc pretensions. You couldn't dance to it, you couldn't pash off to it and it was too hard for your garage band to play. Their songs went for 20 minutes so they had to be intelligent! Bugger Dylan. 'Thick as a Brick' bangs on for half an hour and it still makes no sense. It's hard finding people to admit they're TULL fans. Like buying shares in Telstra being a TULL fan is an embarrassing secret not many will admit to. But I have no such pretensions. CHECK OUT MY VIDEO.