The Legend Of The Crystal-Glenn Alexander
Legend has it that at the fag end of the twentieth century, four explorers set
out to find the fabled glittering caves of Progressivia. Deep in the forests of
Roedeania the worn out travellers came across a sprightly female clad in white.
Her minxy dance offended yet titillated their Victorian senses. When approached,
the lady informed them of a flying ship that would take them to their journey’s
end. Laa-Tee-Mar the snow goose was the pilot. He demanded a forfeit. “You must
leave behind all pop sensibilities and cast away the straight chords!”. The boys
trembled with fear and prepared their polytonalities as the fragile landscape
flew by. The ship finally touched down on a bizarre jagged island floating in
space. The grumpy Crimson King gave them permission to explore the caves.
”Beware the Taurus God! He lies beyond the Old Field!”. Descending the uneven
steps, time slowed down to a jerky 7/8 rhythm. It was then that five string
Gordon beheld a strange crystal that gave off immense progressive vibes! His
immediate reaction was to Hackett to pieces, but restrained by the others, the
crystal was removed back to Blighty . It was then our intrepid heroes discovered
that by attaching new fangled electricity, the crystal created massive sonic
landscapes, using the boys own instruments and imagination. The one called
Alexander cried, ”Behold, the Crystal of Progressivia!.We should share this
vision with lesser mortals and expand their horizons!” And so it was said, and
so it shall, be Progged!