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A Friend Of Mine Wants To
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
February 17, 2010

A friend of mine wants to build a studio. Many artists have recording studios these days so I cheer him on in the endeavor and hope it works out. I’m giving him advice on a few things but for the most part I can see he has an endless supply of good enthusiasm. That good spiritedness is no doubt left over from the days when Legasys played for free and enjoyed every second in the spotlight.

Joel wrote a lot of the lyrics back then and composed a lot of the music with his voice. He could sing a line once and do it so convincingly that from the first riff of notes the feeling of the song was set. The words he came up with also cemented the mood every time.

We were all influenced by what we listened to back then of course. We were also influenced by the state of world affairs. The cold war crept into our songs as much as the many possibilities of any future we thought we would eventually inherit. Apocalyptic visions of world destruction on one level or another jockeyed for musical space along with all the teen angst and rage of hormones we could ‘control’. (Reality, juxtaposed by sheer bravado!)

We grew into a tight band of four thundering horsemen. We took no prisoners and apologized for none of the excessive volume we played at. We shared the stage only twice but played quite a few outrageous parties. We never made a penny but I don’t think any of us really cared about money. We enjoyed the enthusiastic crowds that screamed for more and requested certain songs over and over again. Long solos were the norm from Herman, Roland, and I. Those cadenzas gave each of us a chance to rest up for the next set.

The coals may only be smoldering for now but the advance of recording technologies continues to add fuel to the pile. The stars are far out of kilter for Legasys but since they move in their circuits and cycles beyond human control they will surly align again someday. I can see the junction ahead. I don’t know when it will get here but until then, I will ride as hard as I can on the whims of my many muses. I’ll bury the spurs in every stride, and with reins in teeth I will keep my fingers tornadic. Muses spawn hurricanes in my mind that in turn spawn tornadoes in my fingers. Those are the breezes I love to catch!