Emerson, Lake & Palmer – Once Upon A Time Live In South America (Live Version)

I’ve always wanted to see Emerson, Lake & Palmer live in concert. The closest I have ever come to that reality was to see Keith Emerson and Greg Lake in concert at The Ridgefield Playhouse in May of 2010. I have also been fortunate to see The Carl Palmer Band and The Keith Emerson Band one week apart at Toads Place in New Haven. So if you push all those performances together you get ELP 😉

The next best thing though has occurred, Emerson, Lake & Palmer have released a new live recording, Once Upon A Time In South America (Live Version). This live four CD set contains 43 tracks and measures in at 4 Hours and 46 mins of fantastic prog rock from the ELP legends.

I am playing it in high fidelity via TIDAL HiFi wirelessly over Google Chromecast through my Sony Blu Ray 7.1 Home Theater.

Greg Lake and Epitath

Lake in concert, 2005
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Greg Lake took the time recently to answer many of his fans fan questions on his Web site. There  is lots of great information to read about in the extensive Q&A. Great news Emerson and Lake plan to return to America touring again at some point. Glad to hear this as their Ridgefield, Ct. show was magical.

If the High Voltage Festival ELP reunion concert in England on July 25, 2010 goes well then we will see an Emerson, Lake and Palmer US tour also! Welcome Back My Friends! Having seen Keith Emerson Band live, Carl Palmer Band live, Asia live one Emerson and Lake live, ELP live would be the piece de resisitance.

I love the song Epitath from King Crimson’s In The Court of the Crimson King. Its a lovely haunting epic that encircles my heart and soul often. I was pleased to read Greg Lake’s interpretation of it. Allow me to share it with you.

Greg Lake wrote:

Epitaph is basically a song about looking with confusion upon a world gone mad. King Crimson had a strange ability to write about the future in an extremely prophetic way and the messages this song contains are even more relative today than they were when the song was originally written.

The walls on which the prophets wrote are cracking at the seams, upon the instruments of death, the sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one lay the laurel wreath when silence drowns the screams. Confusion will be my Epitaph.

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