JETHRO TULL: NAKED CAME THE CODPIECE
TANGIER— In the Asian rain forests, charred infant flesh is scattered about the branches of a sapling like grotesque Christmas bulbs on a lethal celebratory icon. “When you did War Child, was it a reaction to the monolithic sort of thing you’d already done?”
TANGIER— In the Asian rain forests, charred infant flesh is scattered about the branches of a sapling like grotesque Christmas bulbs on a lethal celebratory icon.
“When you did War Child, was it a reaction to the monolithic sort of thing
you’d already done?”
“The reason we did that,” Ian Anderson reports, “was because we’d just done a full-length synopsis for a movie, and I spent a lot of time doing preproduction work for that and most of the stuff on War Child was already re-
corded with a symphony orchestra.”
A symphony orchestra, indeed! Bloodied homosexuals parade victorious down a newly-liberated Christopher Street. Mexican customs uncovers the peyote. And somewhere in Idaho, an oft-abused potato accidentally falls into a vat of yogurt, the local brand. And that was all of six years ago!
“How do you feel about going to parties after late concerts?”
“What parties?”
“You don’t go to any?”
“No, I don’t. Some of the guys in the band do, though.”

