For those of us making a living playing music before and after the Beatles, there were precious few musical entities that would make us close the doors, exclude the world, and listen, knowing nothing we ever did could come close to what we were hearing. Every new album was a shock to the system. While interesting, nothing in Creedence’s repertoire would ever have the influence on all of us that Rubber Soul or Revolver did.

I looked at CCR the same way I looked at the Byrds or the Kinks. They were rarely boring, but I can’t ever remember locking myself in a room for a week to devour one of their albums.