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.
Whiter Shade Of Pale Song Lyrics
Whiter Shade Of Pale by Procol Harum We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed