When I was a kid visiting Nonny Dot, I’d spend hours poring over the albums that Aunt Graye had left behind in the cherry wood record cabinet when she got her own apartment in the crime ridden Hartford metro area. This was a tough call… Silk Degrees, Houses of the Holy, Diary of a Madman, Hounds of Love, Escape and the first Boston record all captured my imagination. But it was Rush’s Moving Pictures that I actually spent the most time looking at.
Viewing it some 20 years later, it’s not quite as powerful as it once was… I distincly recall the powefully erotic charge the image of a burning Joan of Arc once gave me.. not so much anymore. But still: Tom Sawyer is one of the greatest rock songs ever.
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