I feel so fortunate having grown up during the formative years of Rock and Roll. I was inundated with the greatest music. It seemed that on a weekly basis new music was coming along that was literally mind blowing. From the west coast, Beach Boys, Jan and Dean, Mamas and the Papas and let’s not forget Dick Dale; being a surfer they spoke to me in a visceral way. Then the English music explosion just floored me and opened my eyes further…The Beatles, Stones, Kinks, The Who, Ten Years After, Vanilla Fudge, Moody Blues, Spencer Davis Group, Yardbirds, Animals, Fleetwood Mac and on and on…WOW. American influence bands, Steve Miller, Grand Funk, Santana, John Mayal, Bob Dylan, Quicksilver, The Birds, Leo Kottke, Jimmy Hendrix to mention a few. The blues infusion was notable and introduced my generation to a wonderful art form. And, it kept building…the volume got turned up…Jimmy Cliff, Bob Marley, Blind Faith, Cream, Traffic, Led Zeppelin, Jethro Tull, Eagles, Frank Zappa, Dire Straits, Boston, Allman Brothers Pink Floyd, Crosby Stills, Nash and Young, Deep Purple, Queen, Foreigner, Doobie Brothers, Neil Young, Credence, Yes, Chicago, Rush, Sex Pistols and on and on. These are just the ones that come to mind, I know I have left out many more…that’s the point, the scene was fluid and really memorable. If you are from my generation you know and even if you are not you still know…and if you don’t you fall into that dreadful but frequent category of people…those that don’t know that they don’t know. Well, I am glad that I was around to experience this remarkable time for music…is that so wrong….what say you….