I remember being in Ottawa, 1957, hearing a couple of local kids on their front step, strumming their guitar and singing... Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette.... fantastic. It seems that you only appreciate the genius of music when you hear it performed live.
Coasting
Was I too harsh in the article, then? I can't imagine parents preventing their daughters from going to an Everly Brothers concert, unlike, say, an Elvis concert, but the operative word here is "imagine" when you're born long after the Beatles broke up :) By the way, I'm not knocking the quality of their music - just because it wasn't as shocking as some doesn't make it inferior. --Robert Merkel