Five O’Clock Friday: Cigar Smoking
Author: David From http://www.musingsoverabarrel.com/ • Aug 8th, 2025Category: Blog Entries.Local
CCR was classic rock when I was in high school. John Fogerty is 80. It rained the entire show. None of that mattered last night as Fogerty radiated peace, love and joy throughout the entire set. With his two sons from his current marriage leading the opening act and then flanking him on stage all night, a new record coming out later this month, and control of his music back where it belongs, John Fogerty seemed like a guy that has never been happier as he ripped through his greatest hits last night.
And ripped is the operative word, as this was a loud rock and roll show. I guess I knew intellectually that Fogerty was a solid guitar player, but I did not have John Fogerty finger tapping his was through a solo on my bingo card. Several tunes featured extended solos with John trading licks with his son. We even got a drum solo and a killer saxophone solo during the set. He talked several times about how happy he was that his wife, after years and years of negotiation, finally got the publishing right back to his music. Run Through the Jungle will not be in an Army recruiting commercial anytime soon, and it was very obvious just how much it means to him that he has that control of his legacy.
The opening act Harty Har has been his two son's project for about a dozen years. They are a psychedelic / garage rock band, which if nothing else proves the boys were paying attention while they were growing up. Also, when you are John Fogerty's kids you can start a psychedelic garage rock band in the 21st century and not worry about paying rent. Don't get me wrong, the band rocked. Both of the kids are very talented musicians, but that is not the band you start if paying the rent is a primary concern.
Also, I'm 57, and I may have been below the average age of an attendee last night. But full props to RVA. A bunch of boomers and older GenX types stood for the entire show in the rain. We showed up. Or maybe we just didn't want wet asses from sitting on wet chairs.
The pictures suck. I've never been able to get decent photos at concerts. Given this has been an issue through 4 or 5 phones at this point, the equipment may not be the problem.
Peace, love, and rock and roll. Not a bad way to spend a Friday night. Or a life.
