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...chance to write an original BBC radio series. The result, Hitchhiker, was a sensation, and before long Adams was amassing fast cars, dangerous women and the world's largest collection of left-handed guitars. He played one onstage with Pink Floyd, hobnobbed with various Beatles and had Procul Harum play parties in his North London home - anything to avoid writing. "I'm a man of obsessive enthusiasms," he said. "Great bursts of energy followed by two days in bed." Amid a scandalous affair with married novelist Sally Emerson, he was twice stopped for DWK (driving while kissing...
...papacy is, in fact, the world's oldest continuous art collector, and the history of its museums goes back to 1503, when Julius II set up a courtyard for connoisseurs, the Belvedere, stocked with a collection of antique statuary. Above its entrance was engraved a Vergilian tag, "Procul este, profani, "which freely translates as "Closed to non-experts." Turnstile tallies were not a concern of Renaissance Popes. In the past 1,500 years or so, the Vatican has amassed vast amounts of art in a way that has oscillated between the ravenous and the haphazard. There is a vague...
...town, check out Hot Tuna and Procul Harum. And Otis Rush is at Joe's Place...
...bunch of amateurs like the Beatles invariably manage to surpass them all. Thus in the modern rock and roll scene there are, to name only a few, groups like the Who. with their titanic instrumental drive; or groups of the structural and textural subtlety of Traffic and Procul Harum: or maverick musical virtuosos like Laura Nyro and Jimi Hendrix-or, of course. the Rolling Stones, absolute masters of rock and roll rhythms of the rock and roll temperament...
There were so many more, Steppenwolf and Jose Feliciano, Joni Mitchell's tart beauty, and the Charles Lloyd Quartet's tingling and dignified rhapsodies, but one special word about Procul Harum. They played two flawless sets on successive nights in front of the maedow. I remember them illuminated by the silvery-pink lights of the light show in the dark heat of the night crashing out their rapturous blend of music. Gary Brooker's expansively soulful singing, Robin Trower's eerie guitar, B. J. Wilson's deftly brilliant drumming, Fisher's streaking organ, and above it all the presence...