Maybe Someday the Kids Will Get Genesis Right

I saw somebody on the trail in Austin with a big old rat tail yesterday. Now, these days, I’m cool with the look coming back, but it’s almost always in a pretty ironic, “haha, funny” kind of way. In the same vein, I’ve been listening to a lot of Genesis lately. You haven’t lived a proper rock and roll life unless you’ve been screaming down Texas back roads in an ‘80s Grand Prix coupe with the windows down, possibly T-tops open. I can’t remember if it had T-tops or not. I do remember—or at least I hope I remember—that it had a front bench seat, which is just phenomenal. Anyway, jamming Three Sides Live as loud as you can, with no lights around in the middle of the night, driving through the Texas Hill Country, is so crazy fun I can’t even tell you. When you think about Duke, Abacab, and then the self-titled Genesis record, there’s some pretty phenomenal work there. That’s where I think the ironic music lovers and crate diggers of today have gotten it wrong. They’re into the Phil…