Sounds Like: Motherf#$%ing OUTER SPACE!; Eight million guitars at once delivered to your face; the 70’s after it had an accident with a Tardis; mighty fine podcast intro music.
Why You Should Care: All of this has happened before…
Fridays are for flashbacks (or something) and so we’re delivering a DOUBLE FLASHBACK, as that is simply how we roll. This isn’t the first time we’ve posted this track, and much to the chagrin of the team, it won’t be the last. But since we’ve kicked off posting tracks again, just different this time, it seemed appropriate.
What you’re about to put in your ears is either one of the greatest achievements in the history of recorded music or THE GREATEST. Hyperbole aside, in 1986, 70s rockers Boston were well past their prime (when WERE they in their prime, really?) yet saw fit to drag their van-tastic sensibilities kicking-and-screaming into the latter half of the 80s without a hint of irony. Third Stage was supposed to be some sort of statement. But much like the 70s as a whole, its message hilariously missed its own point, as much as it illuminated a few reasons why the 70s were so “groovy” in doing so.
One man. One woman. Learning how to commit. Who the #@#@ is Hollyann?