John Fogerty

Getting back to the sounds of nature.

“They make good rock ‘n’ roll music.”

Tapping into the heart of American songwriting.

From the bayou to the big time.

Putting the leader in his place.

“Hey riverboat, blow your bell.”

A period they’d rather forget.

It darkly lingered over his career for decades.

“I ran out into my little patch of lawn and turned cartwheels…”

Jealous to the point of anger.

The dispute lasted decades.

Excellent.