CCR- The greatest American rock band. Fogerty’s singular voice, songcraft and vivid proletarian imagination defined a mythical American South that feels as real and speaks more truthfully than any number of attempts at telling the American story could ever hope to. If songwriting worked like baseball Fogerty hit an unbeatable .900 between 1968 and 70. The list of home runs dominated most of CCR’s catalog with more than a few triples, solid doubles a single or two and never once did they strike out looking. One listen to Effigy (beautifully covered later by Uncle Tupelo) from Willy and the Poor Boys will stand your hair on end as Fogerty takes you on a road trip through an insurrectionary, apocalyptic south. Plantations burning, majorities no longer silent; heavy. CCR with Fortunate Son in 1970. Note to Bruce; class anger isn’t always turned inward or left to fester.
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
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