I am currently uploading Supertramp’s Breakfast in America, courtesy of one of our Change Engineers who kindly shared the songs from his private collection.
You may ask, Why in the world would she upload some 80’s crap?
First, Supertramp is a guilty pleasure. Supertramp for me is like Peter Frampton for my husband: stadium rock star material.
Second, it isn’t as bad as you remember. It isn’t quite as adolescent, not quite as mindless, not nearly as ridiculous and embarrassing as you would think. There is a tender sophistication to the angst, a tremendous depth to the orchestral landscape on which the pop effortlessly reclines.
Finally, I simply had to have the album after I nicknamed a colleague Logical Man