Rocktober Day 8!!: Supertramp - Breakfast In America

 

When you hear the name Supertramp, it’s sort of unclear what it is you’re supposed to think. Taken separately, the two words that make up the name could both be indicators of coolness. Together though, something doesn’t quite work.

Maybe it’s because you’ve heard them before (of course you have) or maybe it’s because the name reeks of an era that gave you bands with names like Gentle Giant, Molly Hatchet or Bitchpickle(!!!).

OK, I made that last one up, but you get the point. Given the moniker, it makes sense that when you hear the name Supertramp, you immediately think “Cheese”. But oh what a glorious cheese it is.

All told, the band put out total of 6 albums in the 70’s, culminating in the “masterpiece’ known as Breakfast In America. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it takes a special kind of person to love the Tramp, but we’re all special here. The fact of the matter is that fully half of this album is embedded in today’s modern pop consciousness, so whether you like it or not, you’re probably at least a minor fan.

“Goodybe Stranger”? You know you love it. “The Logical Song”? “Take the Long Way Home”? Any song that contains one of the 5 best clarinet solos in all of rock (the rest of them are actually on this album) and still manages to rock, deserves, no, demands you respect. In fact if I’m being truthfully this isn’t really a worst album at all. It’s the greatest of time gone by that most you are probably glad you missed, but does that make it wrong. Does that make it the worst.

Sadly, yes, it does.

I could go on and on about how the musicians in this band remain, to this day, some of the best in the world. I can tell you how you hum their songs without even knowing it, therefore confessing your secret love for them. But the fact of the matter is that when you combine a bunch of guitars, a sax, a clarinet and a ridiculously good, ridiculously appropriate falsetto, you’re going to come away with something “special”, so I guess I’ll just leave it at that.

Supertramp. They’re something special. For special people. Like you. Or at least me.

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