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I remember coming out of a CCD evening class (indoctrination for young Catholics) and finding my dad (born 1917) listening to In A Gadda Da Vida and simply saying "I don't know what it means, but I like it". Prior to that, the only commentaries I heard from him on the music of the time was the Beatles (during an Ed Sullivan show) were a flash in the pan and the S&G song "Feeling Groovy" was kind of...well, groovy.
I remember coming out of a CCD evening class (indoctrination for young Catholics) and finding my dad (born 1917) listening to In A Gadda Da Vida and simply saying "I don't know what it means, but I like it". Prior to that, the only commentaries I heard from him on the music of the time was the Beatles (during an Ed Sullivan show) were a flash in the pan and the S&G song "Feeling Groovy" was kind of...well, groovy.
I love it when you stop by, Bob. Good to see you!
In A Gadda Da Vida was the first song I heard when I landed in Ethiopia. They took me to the (Army) base club that night (what jet lag when you're that young? ). Boy I was 3 sheets two drinks in. Not many of the other men had wives there. I was very popular.
Cripe! Not popular like that!
"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
). Boy I was 3 sheets two drinks in. Not many of the other men had wives there. I was very popular. 
