<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:13:40.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Rocker</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends... Rock from the '70s is my rocket man fuel... keeps me both close to the edge and down by the corner, and well, thick as a brick.  Can you see the real me?  Then you know why I don't need no doctor.  ENJOY!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-114470934082955424</id><published>2006-04-10T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:49:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PhotoBucket bucket strip in html code:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w81.photobucket.com/widgets/BucketStrip.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" width="400" height="100" name="BucketStrip"  align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="url=http://w81.photobucket.com/albums/j225/Jedwinatosu/Skip/&amp;amp;name=Top10"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-114470934082955424?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/114470934082955424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/114470934082955424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2006/04/photobucket-bucket-strip-in-html-code.html' title=''/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-110769822170066755</id><published>2005-02-06T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T06:27:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston's Debut: More Than A Feeling...Smokin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/Boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/Boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I think of my Top Ten Debut Albums of the 1970s, Boston ranks high on that list. More than an album...it was perfection! It was hotter than hot. Not a throw-away song on the album. I was fortunate enough to see Boston in concert while they were Smokin'... it was electric.&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear a perfect debut album? Take a listen: &lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1804"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1804&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then...like so many cases of first album perfection, nothing afterwards measures up. The first album was so amazing that the next work created a huge disappointment within us--borderline feelings of betrayal and shock. I can't remember how many times I've felt that way about a group...but the last time I felt that way was with Spin Doctors. They just couldn't match that first album. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-110769822170066755?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110769822170066755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110769822170066755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2005/02/bostons-debut-more-than-feelingsmokin.html' title='Boston&apos;s Debut: More Than A Feeling...Smokin&apos;'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-110765127852677211</id><published>2005-02-05T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:09:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa-oh, Listen To The Doobies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/Doobies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/Doobies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The driving beat and percussion of two drummers, plus the rhythm and riffs from three guitars... what a sound!  It was a West Coast groove, somehow driving hard and refreshingly light at the same time. The Doobies differed from other three-guitar bands like Lynard Skynard and the Allman Brothers. There was a certain peaceful, easy feeling about them... peaceful, yet zipping along at freeway speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've selected one of their live albums, because the Doobies were only able to capture their magic in about two songs per album. Ironically, Doobies Part II featuring Michael McDonald was more consistent and cranked out lots of hits, but it was not the pure Doobie sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen to the Doobie driving groove songs--China Grove, Long Train Runnin', Black Water, and Listen To the Music--which were made to be heard live. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1795"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1795&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-110765127852677211?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110765127852677211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110765127852677211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoa-oh-listen-to-doobies.html' title='Whoa-oh, Listen To The Doobies!'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-110655580831153613</id><published>2005-01-24T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:19:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles soar with Hotel California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/Hotel%20CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/Hotel%20CA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Eagles had already perfected their unique fusion that i'd label "Southwest Country Rock," but really was a unique sound. Glenn Frey and Don Henley wrote two hits in their first week of collaboration--"Desperado" and "Tequila Sunrise." And they kept cranking out great hits that could rock you, or give you that "peaceful, easy feeling."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND THEN CAME &lt;strong&gt;HOTEL CALIFORNIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They expanded, stretched, and reached a new level--not only for them, but for the music world. The addition of Joe Walsh added yet another element to their current all-star line-up. But the album was so unique. Even non-Eagles fans were buying it. And it became one of my Top 10 Albums of the '70s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check it out at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1707"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1707&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-110655580831153613?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110655580831153613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110655580831153613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2005/01/eagles-soar-with-hotel-california.html' title='Eagles soar with Hotel California'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-110655819828133015</id><published>2005-01-24T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:22:45.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano Man: Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/Billy%20Joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/Billy%20Joel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While Billy Joel might have started the decade out as "The Piano Man," he ended the decade as the "Pop Genius" of the 1970's ... well, he might have to share it with Elton John and Paul Simon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Piano Man was the raw, angry Billy Joel that first hooked me. But he released five additional albums in the decade--each containing popular hits. And then he went on to do the same in the 1980s, securing his place in history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But let's walk into the smoke-filled bar, with the piano man in the corner banging away, or delicately singing a ballad. Take a seat and listen to the early Billy Joel while he was finding his way to the top:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1708"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=1708&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-110655819828133015?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110655819828133015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/110655819828133015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2005/01/piano-man-billy-joel.html' title='The Piano Man: Billy Joel'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-109885989988736551</id><published>2004-10-26T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:22:33.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Next: Take That, Monolith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/TheWho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/TheWho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 70's The Who had hit its stride: "Live At Leeds," "Tommy," and "Quadrophenia." And sandwiched between these efforts was Who's Next--one of the Top 10 rock albums of the decade. The Who effortlessly transcends from delicate melodies to screaming rock, and back again. It's their ability to shift gears from light to hard rock and unleash an equipoise of power that differentiates them from mere mortal rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to see The Who in concert while drummer Keith Moon was mostly still here on this planet. Roger Daltry screaming and prancing around the stage swinging the mike into the fray, while Pete windmilled his guitar and caught big air and John stoically played his Bass with explosive lead guitar-like riffs. Amazing. And this was after the days when the m-m-my g-generation boys used to smash their instruments on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar with this album, take a listen below. You will find that you've heard several of the songs on commercials or TV shows such as CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=836"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=836&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-109885989988736551?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109885989988736551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109885989988736551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2004/10/whos-next-take-that-monolith.html' title='Who&apos;s Next: Take That, Monolith!'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-109885633442552718</id><published>2004-10-26T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:18:31.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating RARE EARTH</title><content type='html'>No "one hit wonder" here... Rare Earth had a whole handful of rare gems. And if you can master the 21-minute live concert renditions--and Rare Earth can milk a rock, you can tour forever. (Ancient Rocker Theorem 34: six extended play hits equals one concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their "Millennium Collection: Best of Rare Earth" contains the four songs that I'd pay to have in my 70's collection:&lt;br /&gt;- Get Ready (21:29)&lt;br /&gt;- I Just Want To Celebrate (3:36)&lt;br /&gt;- (I Know) I'm Losing You (10:54)&lt;br /&gt;- Born to Wander (3:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead... take a listen below: &lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=835"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=835&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/RareEarth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/RareEarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-109885633442552718?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109885633442552718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109885633442552718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2004/10/celebrating-rare-earth.html' title='Celebrating RARE EARTH'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-109799636117637775</id><published>2004-10-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:15:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Pie: If Live, No Doctor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 1970's presented a breed of bands that were better live than in the studio. Today it's just the opposite. When Humble Pie guitarist Peter Frampton went solo, the same thing occurred-- great live album, and the studio albums... no comment.&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' The Filmore is the Humble Pie you want to hear. LIVE, Baby! Feed off the energy. "I Don't Need No Doctor" was their battle cry... and on stage, they rocked, no digital surgery required. Listen to samples here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=784"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=784&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/HumblePie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/HumblePie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-109799636117637775?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109799636117637775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109799636117637775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2004/10/humble-pie-if-live-no-doctor.html' title='Humble Pie: If Live, No Doctor!'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743537.post-109790949662926655</id><published>2004-10-15T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:45:53.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only The Beginning--Chicago's early ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/640/Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/197/2060/320/Chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago--In The Beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chicago cranked out brassy pop hits for over two decades. But in the beginning it was Terry Kath's guitar work and vocals that gave Chicago Transit Authority its edge. Rock needs the edge. Not to take anything away from keyboardist Robert Lamm, bassist/vocalist Peter Cetera, James Pankow et al. They were all amazing. Chicago created a unique fusion sound and earned a worldwide following. But when the fatal gunshot blew away Terry Kath in 1978, you knew the end was near. The end of the "rock edge" that kept Chicago from being too pop or too brassy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=776"&gt;http://www.passalong.com/1pass/redirpass.aspx?paid=776&lt;/a&gt; (.....listen to samples here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BEGINNINGS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only the beginning of what I want to feel forever. &lt;br /&gt;Only the beginning. Only just the start. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mostly in silence, silence. The end was too close to the beginning. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743537-109790949662926655?l=ancientrocker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109790949662926655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743537/posts/default/109790949662926655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancientrocker.blogspot.com/2004/10/only-beginning-chicagos-early-ending.html' title='Only The Beginning--Chicago&apos;s early ending'/><author><name>Ancient Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547784375325003390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.mystudios.com/art/modern/picasso/picasso-old-guitarist.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
