About 1973 I had a friend named Gary and knew a few others who were taken---nay, assimilated---by the first Roxy Music album. And while a friend named Tom laughed at much of the album and especially the trendy Hollywoodesque fops who lived for this and other trends, as a rock and roller he said the band had a good drive to it, despite a sound that felt like six amateurs not quite willing to give in to a more common pop ethic.

Gary felt Brian Eno, who in actuality was simply twisting dials on one of the crude synthesizers of the day in a short-lived attempt to just be doing something, was the third coming, or more. Eno left or "was sacked", went on to be more of a mainstream eccentric, and Roxy Music has been well-received in more recent years.

There was a blink and it's done tour and album a reunited band, including Eno, did lately so the pop magazines went back into history. What an eccentric bunch! They hung out at art exhibitions, which fit a small demographic which followed the first album here and cringed when they were booed off the stage of the Hollywood Palladium, opening for a harder rock act, to cries of, "Faggots!" By the way, where was the "revolution"? Same creeps minus the whitewalls.

And the initial band, wow, had a meeting with Salvador Dali! Hey, I remember reading about this in the 70's pop papers. The meeting was very quiet, and awkward, and the writers covered it in a snide tone. But looking back, who really remembers that detail? Who really cares?

A mythological series of holidays is approaching and indeed mythology crumbling from revelations of atrocity is in the news. And I'll shut this one down; there are always those around who spin from "Have you no reverence for greatness?" to "Oh, teeing off on the victims.": Long on spirit, short on memory.