I mean, a LOT. And early Moody Blues too....For me, a delightful afternoon is a solid 45 minutes of Thick As A Brick.
To wake up in the morning, give me Lark's Tongue In Aspic and some of that frenetic, cocaineish methish super-fast guitar riffing of Bobby's, and Bill Bruford's drums...
Then, sometimes when the temptation is high and the lights are low, the wife and kids are out of town, I get a whole box of bubble gum out, from my Secret Desk Drawer. You have one too, don't you, c'mon admit it. The one you keep locked, the one that holds all your stash of adult toys.
I stuff a huge wad of bubble gum into my mouth to get the mood going, open a bottle of pop, riffle through the pile of magazines and the plain-brown covers of those paperback books with dogears that fill the back of The Drawer, seize the desired jacket, whip it out, and ..... play Every Good Boy Deserves Favour
cover to coverI would never have been bold enough to admit any of this in public, except for all those years of Meetings every week to discuss my dark addictions....
There. Now you all know....
A little Tuesday Afternoon..... 
