This just popped in my FB feed.
The magnificent title track.
And the equally superb companion:
When I croak and you suckers are still alive and want to render me a memorial that does not involve cuss words, play Epitaph while sipping a shot (or two) of Gentleman Jack.
Such a great album. Always wondered what those guys were using when they wrote it, especially the title track and my other favorite, “21st Century Schizoid Man.” That one turned out to be prophetic, didn’t it?
One of my all-time favorites. Robert Fripp is a legend.
I’ve seen Fripp by himself, with the League of Crafty Guitarists and with the Belew, Crimson 82-84 version. All were a completely different experience.