En abril de 1967, una banda británica llamada Procol Harum emergió en el panorama musical, liderada por el carismático Gary Brooker. Brooker era un talentoso pianista y vocalista, conocido por su habilidad para fusionar el rock con elementos de música clásica. Le acompañaban el letrista Keith Reid, el guitarrista Robin Trower, el baterista B.J. Wilson, el tecladista Matthew Fisher y el bajista David Knights.
No tardaron mucho en dejar su huella en la música. En mayo de 1967, lanzaron su primer sencillo, "A Whiter Shade of Pale", una mezcla hipnótica de rock, pop y música clásica, adornada con el órgano de Fisher y la evocadora letra de Reid. La canción no solo se convirtió en un éxito mundial, sino que también estableció a Procol Harum como pioneros del rock sinfónico. Hasta el día de hoy, es considerada una de las piezas más icónicas de la música moderna.
A medida que avanzaba su carrera, la formación de Procol Harum sufrió varios cambios. Robin Trower dejó la banda en 1971 para seguir una carrera en solitario, siendo reemplazado por Dave Ball y posteriormente por Mick Grabham. A pesar de estos cambios, el núcleo creativo constituido por Brooker y Reid mantuvo cohesionado el grupo.
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid)
Glimpses of Nirvana
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a morass of self-despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ...
When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore.
At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama.
He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lama's presence, who said, 'Well, my son, what do you wish to know?' So the pilgrim said, 'I wish to know the meaning of life, father.'
And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, 'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small
for one so tall
a doubting Thomas who would be?
It's written plain for all to see
for one who I am with no more
it's hard at times, it's awful raw
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor
and those unsure
believed his eyes
- a strange disguise
Still write it down, it might be read
nothing's better left unsaid
only sometimes, still no doubt
it's hard to see, it all works out