Yes, but it’s an old day now. God help me, that makes me feel a little existential. What with the passage of time and the inevitable fading of the fresh and new into the old and withered. Perhaps not the author’s intention, though; Ian Anderson may be crabby, but he isn’t gloomy. Especially considering this dates back to particularly young up-and-rising days, when J-Tull still nominally considered themselves a blues-based band, but were fast outgrowing the confines of that box.