Mellotronists

<< By the way,has everyone here seen the 70s documentary movie about the 
Bermuda Triangle with Vincent Price..........to the sound of Fripp's Mk II >>

good lord yes.... but I didn't know of the crimsons at the time; I think I 
was ten or eleven, and for some reason my dad had brought home a 1/2" mono 
open reel video deck, a shibaden industrial job. later us kids got to play 
with a philips 1500 then a 1700.... but I digress. 
this would've been around the time of the boom in reader's digest serious 
coffee book encyclopedia of all known knowledge, in full colour ("the 
universe", meaning "some astronomy plates and some speculation", "the 
mammals" with humans given a chapter near the back, "the earth" going from 
geology to politics, "the cats" full of more photos, &c&c), and "fantastic 
science" tomes with bionic limbs and cryogenic flasks of dead rich dead 
people... 
and mood-rings.... fantastic artificial fireplaces in glowing plastic.... 
that soundtrack scared the living daylights out of me, and I'm being polite.
I'm guessing our many-taped friend is solely responsible for the bad dreams 
that night.

>>>I also remember I didn't see Gustav Holst appearing in the documentary's 
credits for music.  (Mars and Devil's Triangle have a lot in common)<<<

sid smith's mighty crimsotome attributes this similarity to a concern that 
the actually- intended cover version (stand up keith emerson et al, and take 
the credit for this grand idea.... perhaps bob was having a little riposte 
after being snubbed by the knife-wielding one) would arouse the notoriously 
conservative heirs to the estate of gustav holst. at a guess, the suggestion 
was that his grand-daughter in particular was vexed by the idea of anyone 
taking liberties with interpretation or arrangement. a bit later on, isao 
tomita ran into this and it effectively ended his career as a taken-seriously 
reinterpreter of the classics. same dame. shame. so anyway, fripp and co 
turned the tune upside down or something. still damn scarey.

duncan/m400nr1098, still sulking but suddenly quietly smug about something.