I suppose I should chime in here with my admission of being a Deadhead,
though not enough of a one to tell you exactly how many concerts I went to.
Or I should say used to be a Deadhead -- now they belong to the ages. It's
no snobbery, just fact, to say that if you weren't at the concerts, you
never heard the Dead.
I must also demur from the dismissive characterization of the earlier
Beatles songs as teenybopper music. Their early soul covers -- Mr Postman,
You Really Got A Hold On Me, and Long Tall Sally (for which Little Richard
himself tutored McCartney on his falsetto) -- are in my opinion among the
enduring glories of rock music.
Other nostalgia names: Steve Miller Band. Tim Buckley. Moby Grape. Jim
Kweskin Jug Band with Maria Muldaur. Ian and Sylvia. The Yardbirds. The
Hollies. Doug Sahm. Manfred Mann and His Men. Mary Wells. The Miracles.
The Temptations. Jeez, this beer is starting to taste watery and salty ...
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