History of Progarchives

THE CREATION OF PROG-ARCHIVES (With Apologies to The Mothers of Invention)
Once upon a time
Way back a long time ago,
When the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than Mark Volman, 
Trying to convince each and every member
Of this extremely hip audience here tonight,
That he was nothing more, nothing less
Than a fat maroon sofa suspended in the midst of a great emptiness,
A light shined down from heaven.
And there he was ladies and gentleman, the good Lord,
And he took a look at the sofa,
And he said to himself
"Quite an attractive sofa, this sofa could be commercial…" 
(with a few margaritas and the right company company)…

However, I digress…

"What this sofa needs" said the big 'G',
"is a bit of flooring underneath of it."
And so, in order to make this construction project possible,
He summoned the assistance of the Celestial Corp of Engineers,
And, by means of a cute little song in the German language
(which is the way He talks whenever it's heavy business),
The good Lord went something like this:

"Gib zu mir etwas fussbodenbelag unter diesen fetten fliessenden sofa."
Everybody! 
"Gib zu mir etwas fussbodenbelag unter diesen fetten fliessenden sofa."

And, of course, ladies and gentlemen that means:
"Give unto me a bit of flooring under this fat floating sofa."
And sure enough, boards of oak appeared throughout the emptiness,
As far as vision permits,
Stretching all the way from Belfast to Bogner Regis.

And the lord put aside his huge cigar,
And proceeded to deliver unto the charming maroonish sofa
The bulk of his message, 
With the assistance of a small electric clarinet...

And thus, lost beneath the cushions of said fat, floating, maroonish sofa
Was Prog-Archives formed,
Like a bad penny --
Or a wad of salivated chewing gum one finds
While cleaning up after last Saturday’s poker party.