Funny how things have changed. As a kid I hated Chicago. I mean, I remember hearing "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?" and I would think, "Yeah, it's time to turn off the radio." Then when David Foster unleashed "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" in the early '80s Chicago would release a series of insufferable ballads that resulted in Peter Cetera becoming bigger than the band. I have to admit I secretly liked some of those songs. I eventually bought my first Chicago album in 1988 when the band released 17 - because I liked "Heart in Pieces" - I even liked it when Tim Feehan put out his version of the song on his 1990 release Full Contact . Yeah I'm taking a while to get to the point, mainly because this is a weird album for me. I'm trying to process what I'm hearing. I found this for a buck, which means I paid fifty cents a side for this double album. Released in 1974 VII is a bit of an odd duck, is it a jazz record? Is it ...
A place where I just blather on about shit that I either miss, or am excited about. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally really don't know what I'm talking about. Sometimes I do. Sometimes this is like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the video ... mostly though it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget