It all started in November 1971, on my first tour of America with Yes, playing support to bands like Ten Years After. One show we were booked for was a small festival in Hartford, Connecticut, outdoors on a baseball pitch.
That very day I had read a review about a previous concert; the reviewer said that with all the keyboards and pedals I was using, I looked like a giant comical spider, with arms and legs flailing everywhere. I agreed with him: I had to stretch my arms and legs in order to reach all the instruments.
