When I was 15, I had a little band back in Indianapolis and there were two bands we listened to religiously: The Band and Procol Harum. We thought they were the British version of The Band. I know people thought they were a little prog rock. But with Gary Brooker’s soulful voice and that sad organ and Robin Trower’s great bluesy guitar, and then these weird ass lyrics. We just loved that, we thought they were great.
So somebody I was talking to the other day said, “You know, you’ve got kind of a Procol Harum thing on some of these songs.” So I’m just like shit man, that’s like the highest compliment I’ve ever gotten, some of that actually seeped through forty or fifty years later, so that kind of tickled me.