The land of song is a land of grand palaces, chains locked & tied across their doors. On occasion there arrives a bard or a band and who knows where they got it from but out of a cloak pocket comes a key to one of the padlocks. So the gates are thrown open, and within the palace grounds, many great albums will be made that could not have been made before. This was true of Astral Weeks, The White Album, The Madcap Laughs, The Seer; and it is true of this, one of my favorite albums ever recorded.
Favorite track: The Hermit.