It’s like taking acid for the first time, only better, the girl in L.A. sighed. Her boyfriend disagreed. Bullshit, he snarled, pretentious rubbish. I saw God just now, their androgynous companion stuttered.

The girl continued. It’s his hair, it’s so sexy, so artistic. Tve never seen a cut like that! What, the boy gawked, you go in for that hatchet job? His hair looks like a scalp with crabs.

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C-C-Cosmic^the^ companion volunteered.

Yes, yes, yes, the girl repeated excitedly. It’s definitely cosmic. And that stage show ... she stopped short, overcome with emotion. Stage show my ass, said her disillusioned young man. Visuals, he scoffed, is that what you’d call a dayglo box, that ridiculous flower, those bumps and jerks? I saw God, the companion repeated in drone-like fashion.

Genesis is an incongruous bunch in a world where Tubular Bells is the muzak of the future. Some think it’s avant garde nonsense; others say it’s the only excitement happening in rock. There’s no 12 bar boogie for Genesis. The group spins musical movies while this weird dude dresses up in funny clothes. Onstage they resemble a Zap Comix page more than ELP.