Dave & Vinny: Seed of Pure Expression

Diversified Writer
1 min readNov 30, 2022

Longcroft Estate, Rampant Horse Pub.

“What’s that you’re humming Vinny?”
Dave sipped his pint.
“Oh, I dug out my old 70s prog rock albums.”
Vinny sipped his pint.
“Wow, the hours must have flown by.”
“This particular ditty is from a band called Keith Jones and the Junkyard Dogs.”
“Nice name. What’s the track called?”
“It’s called the Seed of Pure Expression.”
“Sounds like pretentious twaddle to me.”
“Dude, what’s wrong with you. There’s a 15 minute guitar solo on this album it’s a classic.”
“Wait. I knew I’d heard it before Vinny. It’s the music in a lift I was in recently.”
“You’re a very offensive man Dave and if it weren’t for our many years of friendship and camaraderie I’d have to thrash you for that comment and besides I need you able to walk to the bar, it’s your round.”
Old Pete having heard this exchange piped up.
“Dave you can’t diss classic 70’s prog rock. Especially not you a man who thinks good music is happy hardcore.”
“Haven’t you got Chat magazines crossword to finish Pete or are you struggling with it?”

Ken rang the last orders bell before the pub descended into the chaos it always did when they got talking about music.



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