Gentle Giant

Your were too delicate. Denim was the rage

Those crazed head-bangers with their long hair

Black Sabbath fans.They booed you off the stage

Every night. I wish that I'd been there

In a world of leather, men dressed as elves

With your curious polyphonies

You were willing to make fools of yourselves

To push boundaries with your harmonies

They did not warm to you, the metal tribe

They were puzzled by your melancholy

Your muscular jazz, your Medieval vibe

And, especially, your sense of irony

The Shulman brothers, Green, Pugwash on sticks

Minnear on keys. You rocked out with your licks.


Love this band. They are unjustly forgotten. I would crawl over broken glass to see them.




At a show at the Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles, we went on stage and the Sabbath fans were shouting "get off, we want Sabbath" and we were just getting set to play 'Funny Ways'. We pulled out the cellos and violins, and the crowd starting heckling immediately, but we were gradually starting to get past it, when someone threw acherry bomb on stage.