Grateful Dead

The Outlaws; Green Grass and High TidesRobin Trower; Bridge of Sighs Charlie Daniels Band; Saddletramp Lynrd Skynrd; Freebird Aerosmith; Dream On Pink Floyd; Wish You Were Here Led Zepplin; Stairway To Heaven Bob Marley; No Woman No Cry Rolling Stones; Wild Horses YES; Roundabout forgot the group; White Bird Marshall-Tucker Band; Can't You See Better stop now before I get carried away!

Hal's post in another topic reminded me of this one, the 11+ minute one on Aftermath. It will forever be the song of dark smoky stony gatherings of my college friends, and I didn't even indulge in those days. Well, no, I take that back. This was around the time that my short-lived (luckily) tobacco habit was launched by the fact that one of my friends had bought some cigarettes he didn't like and insisted it was all of our duty to help him smoke them. But Kevin, I don't smoke, said I. Never mind, said he. Took me two years to kick the tobacco habit. Curse you, Red Kevin! (Not really, I'd love to reconnect with those guys, the ones that are still alive.)

up and down the radio dial for 6 straight months. We used to go to the parking lot at Monte Rio Beach on the Russian River and do figure eights to this one, laughin' and flashin'.

and i'm back in my bedroom, hearing it coming from my older(6yr) sisters room, she's a senior in high school,she leaves and i go in and pick up the album jefferson airplane, surrealistic pillow, read the back, musicians , instruments,bla bla bla, all these names and down at the bottom .... jerry garcia, spiritual adviser, whats a spiritual adviser? ... this would not be the last time i saw THAT name:))) and now i know

where John Fogerty got that accent in El Cerrito. Sidetrack--I don't think Willie and the Poorboys is regarded as one of their hippest albums, but I always loved it, in part because of the cover photo with the kids in front of the Duck Kee Market. Flash forward about 30 years, I'm driving around West Oakland completely lost (it is not that difficult to get completely lost in Oakland even when you've lived here for decades), stop at a stop sign, get that funny deja vu feeling and look up and there it is, the Duck Kee Market. Which by that time had been painted an unfortunate shade of peach, but there it was. I think it still lives, though I haven't had the heart to look.

Among many other memories CCR can invoke, playing their music in my parents' upstairs unfinished room is one. In '72 I was knocked out by Duane Allman and emulated his style as if it were the holy guitar grail! Until he came along. A friend of a friend - his name probably WAS John - and I were playing "Statesboro", "Dreams" and other Allmans' fare when he suggested we jam on Suzie Q. I said, "Yeah?" So he got us going and if I didn't know better I would have sworn John Fogerty was standing across the room. All I could do was stare. When it was my turn, something like "Mary Had A Little Lamb" squeaked forth - aaarghh, I sounded like ... well. Those guitar "competitions" where you'd try to cut the other guy were sometimes very painful, but at the same time fun! Needless to say, he didn't want to play with me anymore - but I thank the guy for further reinforcing my respect for CCR. "Where does the time go?"

another band i loved but don't have much of their stuff anymore, just bayou country saw CC revisited live a few years back in Granada, they were very good, surpriingly Bob - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Spanish Jam

to Creedence and that cowbell at Winterland some time ago.

Sure takes me back also to hot summer nights after working all day at some kind of manual labor. I thought that CCR could relate to the working class blue collar thing because they wore flannel like me and were "Born on The Bayou". Blew me away when I found out they were from the bay area. Still love them though. Really like John Fogerty's last album. You got it exactly on the flying car thing Marshun. If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake

Hal R and GRTUD Taking me back to some good old days. I remember cleaning tape heads, the smell olf the alcohol, the sweet smell of...summer...fixing the tapes and sometimes they would skip or break but the breakthrough of having more than radio on the road was so worth it. Love the flying cars story. I can hear the revs and feel that split second of weightlessness that made it all so worth it as the driver wrestled the wheels around. Credence did it up their way. Playin' In A Travelin' Band, Green River Who'll Stop The Rain (still I Wonder) very relevant today; are just a few more of their songs that really jammed with their very distinct sound...and they can take me right back to some great times. Great stuff! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Look out of any window Any morning, any evening, any day" Robert Hunter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~