I'm listening to 'Reason For Waiting' from Jethro Tull's second LP (and I mean LP, and vinyl) - that sunrise flute at the start and then the gentle-strong Anderson vocal 'What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep/ Could it stop the sun rise hearing you weep...' I'm listening to it for the fourth time in succession and I have done this many times in the past. As the man sings, 'The memory stays clear'. It's 1971. I'm 14, listening to my first 'heavy' 'progressive' (folk) (blues) rock album, bought second hand. The first glimpse maybe of life beyond the bedroom I was in in my parents' big old Victorian house on the mighty (though westering and rusting) heavy metal Welsh coalfield. Wanting to be wherever Anderson was; to be in the band he was in; to be with the girl he was singing about...
