It’s my birthday not a ‘big’ one. Big enough though, for it to sit unbelievably on my shoulders. This album was a birthday gift a while ago. I am tempted to buy it again in a more contemporary format. Contemporary formats may be better in many ways but the physicality of an Album or L.P, as they were called in Britain at the time, is of an entirely different level of pleasure. Album art is a lost art. This one is not one of the best. A man of the 70’s wearing over tight trousers with a questionable moustache.

In the seventies I was so obsessed with Album Art that sometimes I bought a record for the cover not the music.

I bought the Alex Harvey L.P for the artwork and learned to love the music.The reverse is true fir the Paul Simon , loved the music never really loved the cover art.

What intrigued me today is not the albums themselves but the prophetic message that their titles are delivering to me as a much wiser adult than I was when these were in my music collection.

As a person in my early twenties when Sciency me had triumphed over arty me in my career choice. Not really a choice I actually made myself. There was no follow your passion back in the day. My parents made it very clear which career path I would follow.

My Impossible Dream was to be an artist. And now I am, belatedly. And I am Still Crazy After All These Years.

Impossible Dreams are not always impossible and everyone needs a touch of crazy every now and then.