I woke up this morning craving to hear some Creedence.
Yeah. That legendary band from Cerritos that created some of the greatest rock music in the 60’s.
Fortunate Son, is THE universal anthem of anti-war America. It came out around the time their country bit more than it can swallow in Vietnam.
“Fortunate Son” is easily, top 10 in the greatest rock n’ roll song list.
I was not around when Vietnam was happening but man, when you hear CCR you get transported to the America of their time. Like magic.
John said he only wanted to make music that would be around for a decade. I think he underestimated the legacy of Creedence’s music.
Fogerty recalls watching a TV ad that gave him that idea for the name for the band.
He must’ve been smokin’ some good stuff. Creedence Clear Water Revival. Only in an altered state of mind can someone come up with that kind of name and rhyme!
Grew up hearing Creedence. We had the tapes in the 80’s then my brother bought that classic black box CD set in the 90’s.
Today, I just listen to their songs in Grooveshark on line. And it’s like how it was when I first heard that grungy husky voice of John Fogerty and that fast Americana band stand style.
Too bad the band broke up during what I believe was their artistic peak. Success most of the time breaks those who achieves it.
These guys never reconciled over their contractual and legal disputes. So bad was the feud amongst them that John never spoke to his brother again. Tom died in the 90’s.John in an interview “regrets” not reaching out.
The younger Fogerty now plays with his new band and has had some success. But his voice has change considerably. Which is strange – he lost that magical rock voice he had when he was younger.
Doug and Stu established their own band that plays the old hits from their CCR days.
In the 1993 Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame induction, the remaining members received the award. They all acted as though they never made music together.
Makes you think if money is a good thing to have.
photo courtesy of topclassicrocksongs.com