Consider a moment in time. Now let's imagine it's 1962. You've wandered into a small club which seems cavernous in nature. A band you've never heard of is about to take the stage, and change the course of music as we know it. As the guitarist strums the first chord, you know nothing will ever be the same. Can you imagine it?
Impressive, isn't it?
I'd like to think that this might be an occurrence of a similar magnitude. But, let's be real here, folks. I'm almost certain I'm not wired to deliver on that kind of promise. So, instead, let's hope for something attainable. I'm not going to recreate the magic of the Beatles. But who's to say that this can't be like the first time you heard... Procol Harum? Serviceable enough to still play county fairs, maybe share a bill with the Marshall Tucker Band or Iron Butterfly, maybe some five year old concert footage of theirs will turn up on one of those PBS "My Generation" pledge drive specials. And maybe, just maybe, I'll crank out "Whiter Shade of Pale" once or twice.
Come with me now, won't you?
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