Every Record I Own - Day 269: Creedence Clearwater Revival Bayou Country
Yesterday we talked about Crass and the time and tenacity necessary to appreciate their records. Today on the opposite end of the spectrum we have Creedence Clearwater Revival. If enjoying Crass is like learning to appreciate drinking apple cider vinegar, enjoying Creedence is like appreciating water.
The only rock n’ roll in my parent’s house growing up was from the golden oldies radio station my mom would listen to in the kitchen. I remember “Proud Mary” sticking out from the more syrupy-sweet pop hits from the ‘50s and ‘60s, but by the time I was old enough to save my allowance for cassettes my interests resided in more contemporary artists.
Fast forward twenty years. In 2004 These Arms Are Snakes were between drummers, and so we recruited Erin Tate from Minus the Bear to fill in for the writing and recording of our first full-length. We somehow also talked him into doing a U.S. tour. We were camping somewhere in Oklahoma during a day off when Erin busted out a boombox and threw on CCR’s Chronicle collection. Up until that point, if you’d asked me to name more than three Creedence songs I would’ve been stumped. But listening to their greatest hits out under the stars up in the Kiamichi mountains with a beer in hand, I realized I knew pretty much every song by heart. I’d heard them all in my mom’s kitchen as a kid.
And now Creedence Clearwater Revival is the band I put on when I want to listen to something comforting and familiar.