1 Ric12string 1 year ago It sure didn't seem like much. I was a sixth grader at the time. I left Mr. Bullock's class to walk down to the other end of our school building to use the restroom. The school was located fairly close to the nearby neighborhood. As I walked along the corridor down to the end of the building, an unknown melody began wafting across the school grounds. Oh yeah, I'll tell you something... Hmmm. I don't know this song. And I listened to quite a bit of radio in those days. I should probably take a bit longer to get to the restroom so that I can listen to some more of it. I think you'll understand.,,, And, as I began to listen more intently, I loved the harmonies being sung. I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand... Oh yeah, I was hooked. There was something about the groove of the song, the high quality singing, and the harmonies that made me think that this was a song that I would like to hear again. And again and again. And I did. The days of Elvis Presley's Houndog had already passed for me and the girl bands were becoming proflic. The Beach Boys had hit and surf music in Southern California was what was happening. But, then February 9, 1964 arrived. The image of fresh faces with longer hair than certainly I was allowed to wear, the suits, and the sounds of the Beatles on Ed Sullivan Show was enough to make me want to buy a guitar right then and there. The era of music ushered in by the Beatles, the Dave Clark Five, the Rolling Stones, and the countless other British bands that began to reach our shores, changed music for me forever. And probably you and most everyone else listening to music at the time. The music was less produced somehow -- simiplicity reigned with two guitars, bass guitar and drum kit as the basic sonic formula. And the bands were writing their own tunes. And what great tunes they were. Memorable melodies and great guitar hooks. I was listening to the music differently. Man, did I want to learn to play the guitar now. We have gathered in the Sierra Nevada mountains this weekend so that all of us who watched Ed Sullivan that night, and who cut our teeth on the music of the Yardbirds, the Tremoloes, the Kinks, the Stones, Beatles and Herman's Hermits, can enjoy that era once again. Most of the gang is already here, with more scheduled to arrive tomorrow. afm_380 and his wife SissieKidd, their son, Scott, giffenf and his wife, Karen, FritzTheCat and CarolCat, Bonedaddy, bigsbyslur and his wife, Linda, DrGretsch, and the elusive Sturgeon. Parabar is also keeping everyone in line and on pitch. (This event is musically impossible without him here.) And we have some new faces this year. rcboals travelled down from Oregon with a buddy, and dbirchett flew over this morning on the same plane with Joe Carducci from Phoenix. A dear friend of mine from the 70's, with whom I used to sing, Warren , is here as well lending his great guitar playing and singing to the mix. And Brian Schultz, from the Bay Area, is also here. We have some great support players too. My bandmate for many years, Johnnie B., brought his PA and will be playing soon. And my bass player, Rick O (I think he posts here as muzeeshun) and a drummer friend, Art, are here laying down the groove. And the music has begun. The common language of guitar players seems to be the blues, and we have the blues in force. But, you would never think that four or five guitars could share the leads so selflessly, But, they have. Great music. And, the man himself is here -- Joe Carducci. Joe arrived late this afternoon and he and dbirchett caravanned up to the Lodge. Joe and Bonedaddy unloaded the last of the swag and Joe is now esconsed behind his computer and I am sure you will soon be seeing his posts here. One last thing... The new catalogues are here and they are absoloutely stunning. You are going to want one of these for your Gretsch paraphanelia. Truly extraordinary. So, join with us as we celebrate the British Invasion with many more surprises and highlights to come tomorrow.