SERIOUS PROGRESSIVE LISTENERS’ THREAD

Pepsi is much too jovial a beverage to be found in this universe destitute of redeeming value.

I would castigate you Rideout, for falsely raising the hopes of these parched denizens of everlasting twilight.  But I have not the energy.

Peter Rideout wrote: quicksilver wrote: If this is a more serious Prog music post then please prove the test by answering this question? The Borderline books series that features rock music discographies of psychedelic and progressive music from USA,England,Canada,Australia,New Zealand and Latin American Countries is no longer available from its website. The books are called: Dreams, Fantasies & Nightmares Fuzz Acid & Flowers The Tapestry Of Delights I also own the Scented Gardens of the Mind book.  Can anyone find out what ever happened to this site? I own all 3 books but still kept up with the updates and it was convenient to have it online. Is there another source as good and is anyone else going to do what Borderline did? PLEASE HELP ANYONE!   Thanks from a serious prog collector!  Welcome, quicksilver! Despite its (intentionally ironic) title, this is a humourous (albeit black, sardonic humour) thread. I can't answer your question, but likely others here, or the web itself, may be able to do so. You may want to start your own dedicated thread (easy to do) in the Main Discussions.

I tried making this thread but no one responded. I was hoping someone knew anything about what happen to this once great site.

  Thanks

'A mistake is always forgivable, rarely excusable and always unacceptable.' - Robert (clever but humourless bastard) Fripp

Reed Lover wrote:  Amen to that James!

Reed "Lover."

Please read the first post of this thread. This is a serious progressive rock listener's thread.

The ill-thought and futile use of "emoticons" and exclamation marks, to denote enthusiasim or strong feeling, is EXPRESSLY forbidden.

In this thread WE DARE TO STARE LOOMING DEATH IN THE face, and smile wanly upon his showing up so late.

It's raining again, and getting colder....I'm alone again in my internet lighthouse. The black sea calls me from the rocks below....

Maybe Dude or Jim will show up with some Soda crackers later. Whatever.

                     sigh!......all is futile.....sigh!

MEANINGLESS (by Cert). Copyright held by me...

It is meaningless. That's for sure;

I see you perched up there, the red mist crawling around your feet.

But you cannot see what is happening in your own back yard - and will not concede defeat, even if it were Death himself knocking on your door.

For once stop focussing in that myopic way on the problems in front of you;
It may be there's a picture much bigger than you thought and the facts as you perceive them are not true

You may be on the rise but you'll never learn to fly - you don't see tunnel vision 'til it's gone; The people with the knives out have them carefully concealed - they'll leave no time for you to work out what went wrong.

For though I know my eyes are paved with planks, you have built for yourself a brick outhouse in which to hide - and yet invite the world to watch you defacate.

It's meaningless - and it's too late.