Watching this 1973 performance of Todd Rundgren guesting on The Midnight Special I am immediately struck by two things: a) what a great fucking song this really is, and b) wondering what early '70s middle America must have thought when greeted by this superfreak after flicking on their televisions after dinner. Rundgren could, and did, do it all---and went way avant/out there on the very next LP, but the man knew his chops and could pen a hell of a pop song. Rundgren . . .
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