Rooting around in a draw yesterday I found my six (count 'em) tickets for Yes at Wembley in 1977. Oh indeed I went every goddamn night, I was nineteen and Yes were my favourite band bar non in those days. It helped that I had shit hot seats every night..first, second and third row and I got to say I loved every minute of it. I had only seen them twice before at QPR and the Reading Festival and had been counting the endless days waiting for a new tour. Wakeman was back in the band and boy did they play up a storm. I look back now and see that Going For The One was the beginning of the end. Awaken is really the only bit of true classic Yes on the album in my opinion, but at the time I still wanted it all to be great. By the end of that decade it was all over for me........but back in 77 it was still utterly wonderous.
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Join me next time when I'll tell you how I got Trevor Horn to leave the band with a few choice expletives in Lewisham
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