As I take a brief moment to pause from the cleaning festivities so that I can take my afternoon vitamin pills, allow me to share with the group that this album from 1969 is a freakin’ masterpiece:

Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue
No mortal place at all

Keith Reid

I don’t know if I’ve ever realized it before, but the name Keith Reid breaks the English language “i before e except after c” rule twice. Weird.

https://robertjames1971.blog/2023/11/11/a-salty-dog/

#aSaltyDog #bjWilson #davidKnights #garyBrooker #keithReid #matthewFisher #Music #procolHarum #robinTrower

A belated RIP for Keith Reid (died March 23), lyricist for Procol Harum.

"Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue
No mortal place at all
We fired the guns, and burned the mast
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy."

#KeithReid
#ProcolHarum

𝗧𝗲𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗞𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗱 (𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗺) 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗳 '𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗱𝘂𝘄 𝘃𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝘁'

In een ziekenhuis in Londen is Keith Reid, de tekstdichter van Procol Harum, overleden aan de gevolgen van kanker. Hij was al jaren ziek. Reid is 76 jaar geworden.

https://nos.nl/l/2469462 #nieuws #nos #ProcolHarum #KeithReid #tekstdichter