My ray of sunshine came through the clouds

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by JxhnDeacxn

by JxhnDeacxn

but you don't see it, no you've never seen it...

After a twenty minute interview of Yes, from '71/'72, and now I'm watching that Live In Switzerland Emerson, Lake and Palmer concert from 1970. Keith is fucking his organ...again, but this time, a lot more kinky.

I've come to the realisation that I don't really like some of the bands that got me into the classic rock world anymore. The classics, like the Stones and the Beatles. I mean, I like the Beatles more than the Stones and quite frankly I think that George Harrison is Keith Richards lost twin, but nevermind that. I like their personalities (some more than others) more than their music. Fuck, I read Keith Richards full bio, and I felt like he was a dear friend of mine after I read it. He's relatable, not so much the alcohol and drugs (I've never done anything like that), but the whole relationship thing and the school thing. Not that I'm a troublemaker or anything. My friends are, but...

xxx

So, the title, came from my wonderful notebook of depressing and dark poetry. Let me just say the metaphor's about depression and a person. The 'ray of sunshine' pertaining to a male of the species, and he had amazing hair in the 70s. You guess. I'm not going to say.

xxx

For the Yes story...ta da!

I like it. And here'd the aesthetic for it.

This makes me smile. He does in general. ^–^ He's so adorable. Eep!

I kind of want to do more Yes aesthetics. Darker blue for Chris, light blue for Bruford, silver for Rick and a tan for Steve.

I don't know.

Anywho, I'm too tired to think. It's almost New Years' Eve and by the time you're reading this, it's going to be that day. I need sleep. I feel like a prog zombie and I might need some tea. Peace, love and lots of hugs to all of you rockers, ladies, gentleman, bricks, proggers, groupies and bisexual aliens out there. Sleep well or have a good rest of the day to you. May the prog and rock gods be with you. 💚Too progged up to sleep Geez💜