It was by listening to this song that I met my first pompous record store clerk. As I always do, I thought that no one could be so silly, so he must be joking. As I always am, I was wrong.
'tis a shame to not post the dark star>st. stephen>the eleven progression from the LA Shrine in '68 since it's pretty much a continuum of one song, but i'll just chop it down to 'The Eleven'
this is the type of heroin deadheads have been chasing 50 years since.
And this live performance deserves recognition. Some incredible guitar.
The story behind the odd song title is this. The song was written in the middle of the night. Robert Lamm, the song writer, looked at the clock and hence came the lyrics and title.