Just for the naysayers, upped this from a 9 to a 10.  Geesh. 

I like what Tarantino once said about the Who

There is no known way in which I could agree more.  Turgid self indulgence which had its place - a long, long, long time ago.....

At least I get to PSD a half dozen other great tracks while this drags on!

Absolutely true.  But I also have come to really enjoy the random play-list experience on my digital music player while riding into the city on the bike path.  And sometimes you get amazing mixes out of that randomness that are almost as good as those on RP.  Yesterday I was cruising along listening to some tune from the 30s, followed by a piece from Stravinsky's Sacre du printemps, and then a tune from Quadrophenia ... can't recall the name but it's the one where he's "out of his brain on the train" 5:15 maybe?  Anyway, I like that I got to experience the vinyl days of rock opera in its heyday, but this is a pretty damn cool age too.

The only thing I'll say about kids these days is that our parents, and their parents before them said the same thing about the kids these days.  My grandfather warned me about that when I was a teenager.

 midreaming wrote: 

oh geeyod... everything -these- days says so little? what does this over indulgent self absorbed dead weight for a song have to say? that only love can make it rain? gimme a ef'n break. drop this rock in a deep well and the sound it makes hitting the bottom will be more interesting and serve a better public good. It's called brevity.

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

There was a time when rock music was allowed to be epic. Albums were vinyl and there was an intermission and sometimes a double. Listening was an immersive experience that required your attention to be focused. Stories were told, you might, laugh, cry, think. They echoed symphonies and that was normal.
Why does everything these days have to be so short, and say so little? Something to do with ever decreasing attention spans?

Pretentious c*** .

Okay. We get it. They were good. About a hundred years ago.

Ha ha! Oh the irony. . . taken from your ratings. . . 

Keith Moon was incredible.

Nope, this has remained un-muted, because it's a ho-hum instrumental without the dire warbling of Townsend and Daltry - in one ear and out the other. As for your prize, get yourself photographed in that alley with a grotty parka and maybe you'll be in with a shout :)

The 'casio-style' dee-de-dee-dee in the background is just so reminiscent of the Stonehenge scene in Spinal Tap :o)

Ah, right, now the mute hits - that blasted Love Reign O'er Me is next. Love the rain, shame about the pretentious noodling and warbling...

Nope, this has remained un-muted, because it's a ho-hum instrumental without the dire warbling of Townsend and Daltry - in one ear and out the other. As for your prize, get yourself photographed in that alley with a grotty parka and maybe you'll be in with a shout :)

The 'casio-style' dee-de-dee-dee in the background is just so reminiscent of the Stonehenge scene in Spinal Tap :o)

Ah, right, now the mute hits - that blasted Love Reign O'er Me is next. Love the rain, shame about the pretentious noodling and warbling...

Nope, this has remained un-muted, because it's a ho-hum instrumental without the dire warbling of Townsend and Daltry - in one ear and out the other. As for your prize, get yourself photographed in that alley with a grotty parka and maybe you'll be in with a shout :)

The 'casio-style' dee-de-dee-dee in the background is just so reminiscent of the Stonehenge scene in Spinal Tap :o)

Ah, right, now the mute hits - that blasted Love Reign O'er Me is next. Love the rain, shame about the pretentious noodling and warbling...

Anything from Quadrophenia is welcome, but I prefer the songs with words to the instrumental bits. Of course, if you'd like to play the whole double album all the way through...I'm there.

Nahh. Fred has already muted. 

However. . . I could walk to where this cover shot was taken in 10 mins. Do I win a prize?

Later Fred

I had this on tape and listened to it so often in college, it's burned in my brain. It's lovely stuff.

hmmm.... I bet I still have that tape in a box somewhere.

Ha ha! Oh the irony. . . taken from your ratings. . .