The 'brother from another mother' vibe here is getting kinda nuts.
I was hardcore Zep/Sabbath/Purple/Nugent/Trower, etc. rocking a black LP custom with gold hardware.
Girl I met knows I drop and hands me this greenish album with the trippiest inner sleeve I'd ever seen.
The instructions were clear. Drop, wait till you can really feel it coming on and then listen to the LP
with headphones on all the way through.
Almost overnight I sold the LP and got one of these (175 was just too thick). Started a long affair with Ibanez.
Mood for a Day was what I played for my dad (on classical) to prove that long haired music wasn't just all noise.
Jebus. Coming up on 50 years later and it's one of two songs I play every morning to get my brain and hands going.
Air in G by Handel is the other.
Saw Yes in the round from 3rd row and was making eye contact with Steve all night and flashing the #1 at him.
During the climax of his solo during the final encore Roundabout he jumped off the top tier at the center of the stage
and proceeded to land on his cord and unplug the guitar.
He recovered like a pro but shot me a quick glance with an oops look on his face. I flew home that night!