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Affirmative ActionWith the release of a new box set, a whole generation of indie and alt rockers comes out of the closet to profess their love for Yes.Fred MillsPublished on August 07, 2002It's been ages since Johnny Rotten famously scrawled "I Hate" over a Pink Floyd T-shirt logo, clearly drawing a line in the sand. Quaint though it may seem now, the punks-vs.-dinosaurs credo meant that a lot of progressive rock bands from the pre-'77 era took it on the chin from punters and critics alike. Perhaps most unfashionable of all was Yes. The band didn't do themselves any favors by festooning their gatefold record sleeves with fantastical Roger Dean artwork and apparently commissioning Spinal Tap's stage and costume designers for their tours. Complex, neoclassical tunes that made up entire album sides? Please. Gimpy psychobabble song titles like "The Revealing Science of God" or "Universal Garden"? Fuhgeddaboutit—gimme a "God Save the Queen," a "White Riot," or an "Orgasm Addict"! Sci-fi/New Agey album names like Tales From Topographic Oceans and Keys to Ascension? Conceptual bollocks to that, mate! And apocryphal or not, the yarn about Yes keyboardist Rick Wakeman having a direct hand in getting the Sex Pistols booted from A&M Records attained deeply symbolic status among those who needed to nurture a loathing for all things prog. Still, Yes has had its, dare we say it, kick-ass moments; yours truly, who saw 'em many times during their '70s salad years, can testify to that. And the band, for all its labyrinthine lineup changes over the years (even—gleep!—the Buggles were Yesmen for a spell), was always made up of genuinely gifted musicians. As time—and the occasional boxed set—heals all wounds, the new Elektra/Rhino collection In a Word: Yes (1969— ) offers an opportunity for reassessment. The impressive anthology traces chronologically the band's three-decade-plus history across five discs of hits, album classics, and a handful of unreleased tracks. The 96-page booklet features lengthy essays from Yes biographer Chris Welch and prog rock expert Bill Martin, plus an appreciation penned by film director Cameron Crowe, who reveals the origins of a key scene in Almost Famous to be a backstage interview encounter he had with Yes when he was a cub reporter for Rolling Stone. (Also worth noting: Just out is Symphonic Live, a concert DVD filmed on the 2001 Magnification tour, and Beyond and Before: The Formative Years of Yes, a book jointly authored by original Yes guitarist Peter Banks and rock historian Billy James.) All that aside, we're mindful of the fact that some of you simply won't buy some pinhead critic's revisionist ranting (but feel free to ask me anytime about running into members of Yes in a shopping mall, circa 1974, while I was dosed to my topographic gills with LSD). A golden opportunity beckoned when Yes announced its In a Word tour—featuring what to many fans represents the primo Yes lineup of Wakeman, vocalist Jon Anderson, guitarist Steve Howe, bassist Chris Squire, and drummer Alan White—would open July 17 at Seattle's Paramount Theatre. See, we'd heard that America's so-called "hip/indie/underground" rock community contains its share of closeted Yesfreaks. And one of them, it has been rumored, walks among us, in this very burg! So being professional journalists, we outed local legend Kurt Bloch (Fastbacks, Young Fresh Fellows), gave him tickets to the concert, and asked for a report. "Oh, it was great!" exclaims Bloch, adding with undisguised enthusiasm that he was also lucky enough to catch a warm-up gig that Yes did at EMP's Sky Church a couple of nights prior. "The audience was mostly the age group 40- through 55-year-old men. Not a lot of women there! Some 30s-ish rocker guys—although I can't imagine a bunch of 30-year-olds who grew up on MTV, Billy Idol, Duran Duran, saying, 'Yes is in town. We gotta go!'"
Further, in our investigations we turned up another notable Yesfan, thirtysomething Steven Drozd, multi-instrumentalist for the Flaming Lips. "You came to the right guy!" says Drozd excitedly, when we ring him up in St. Louis where the Lips are about to start a tour. "I had older brothers in the '70s, and they listened to all that stuff. I grew up on The Yes Album, Fragile, Close to the Edge. Then in high school, I went the 'college rock' route, Psychedelic Furs, R.E.M., then into indie rock like Sonic Youth, Pixies. . . . Being part of the hip, underground world of the early '90s, the last thing you could ever admit to listening to was Yes. But I was on tour around the summer of '94, and in this thrift store I saw Fragile on cassette. So I secretly started listening to Yes on my Walkman. I played 'Heart of the Sunrise' for Wayne [Coyne of the Lips] and he loved that, so we all started listening to Yes and other prog stuff like King Crimson [and] Emerson, Lake & Palmer." 1 2 Next Page »
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