Looking the periods and styles of music in America, they make sense for the times. During the Roaring 20's, the faster tempos of the band music seemed to reflect our increased mobility due to the motorcar and a flourishing nightlife of clubs and films. The Forties and early Fifties saw a type of big band music that put a sense of calm and unity on the culture that needed to hang together in the face of yet another world war, an escape from the beginning Cold War uncertainty following the troubling time of Korea and the question mark of living in a nuclear-armed world. But there was always an undercurrent of other music coming out of the crucible of our nation's deeply entrenched racial divides. Jazz, blues, folk and gospel would eventually burst forth as soul and rock music. The entire Vietnam War era would have been impossible to navigate emotionally and spiritually, without the medium and vocabulary of the music of the era. Woodstock, which opened on my very first day as a member of the USAF, was not an aberration but an inevitability. I am a big CCR fan myself. I cannot hear Fogarty's songs "Run Through the Jungle", "Graveyard Train" and "Fortunate Son" without thinking of the military draft, my friend Wesley's last day of life in the Central Highlands, and how my late friend Jack ended up as a Cobra pilot. This world blew the world of Sunday school music to smithereens. It laid to rest the notion that there is glory in war. A stunning feature of the music of the 60's and 70's was how much of it got done, how raw and authentic it was, how little it was "manufactured" synthetically to suit a narrow formula dictated by a record label or producer. The cross-fertilization was amazing. A pole apart from Pandora today...