Wrote a poem about John Fogerty. I seem to be on the way to a series on music. I put my heart and soul into it. I saw John Fogerty live in 2004 in the Vote for Change tour, even heard “Fortunate Son.” I was 20 though and too young to really appreciate the art. I think Fogerty, like Johnny Cash, is one of those artists that has a direct channel to the American soul. He just spins folklore daily. His voice is like a portal to antiquity. It’s all about the timbre, so age really doesn’t have an impact on him. “Someday Never Comes” and “Green River” are my favorite songs of his. Hope to see him live again.