It was a cool day on bay in 1959 when preschool alumni and parents met for a day of recreation at the Standard Oil Rod & Gun Club in Richmond, Calif.
I got into a rowboat with three other teen-agers, only one of whom I knew. I chatted with a couple of them as we roamed around an inlet, but one kid, about 14 years old, was silent the whole time.
I guess he was anxious to get to the gym, where there was a piano. Later, I walked in and heard the kind of music I had never heard before, except maybe on a black radio station. It sounded like it was from Louisiana or some place. Puzzled, though kind of enjoying it, I left and went back to talk to the others.
I have looked back on that moment and thought about what might have been. I could have walked up to John Fogerty and expressed my admiration. Or better yet, I could have said, “I can play piano a little myself. Did you bring your guitar? Let’s try a few licks.” But I’m just not like that.
John’s brother, Tom, one of his band mates in Creedence Clearwater Revival, was a classmate of mine at the El Cerrito Preschool in about 1945 (such a long time ago!). His mom and mine became good friends, often talking on the phone. Years later, my mom said his mother complained of all the noise in their garage when the kids practiced music. Well, who’s to say that wasn’t a good investment?
So, imagine my shock when I went into a record store in 1968 and found that Creedence Clearwater Revival’s first album was a smash hit. John went on to be one of the great song writers and singers of his era, with such hits as “Proud Mary” and “Fortunate Son.” You could say that El Cerrito, population 25,000, is more famous for the group than anything else. John is still performing, though he split with his brother Tom (since deceased) and other band members long ago.
Now, what went wrong? Why aren’t I a rock ‘n’ roll star,too? I was too much of an introvert to be part of the rock scene. Would I be deaf and drugged out by now? “You’re already deaf and drugged out on pharmaceuticals anyway,” my wife said, in as wild an exaggeration as I have ever heard.
Instead, I pursued journalism and belatedly music, focusing more on jazz and choral music. After a church solo a few years ago, a friend came up to me and said, “Mike, you are a rock star!”
See? I really did make it!