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Back in the late 60’s, our band played a social event at a farm community where we methodically butchered most of the popular songs of the day, including a revved up version of the Beatle’s newly released ‘Get Back’. I was willing to bet that most of the straw-chewing yokels watching us were oblivious to the sounds of the Beatles as I imagined Friday nights at their quaint social gathering was probably reserved for Fiddle‘n Jug’n Hoedown Hour; I swear I heard Ol’ Lonesome Me spinning on a creaky crank-turntable somewhere. And sure enough, part way through our set, a girl from the small crowd, dressed in what looked to be a square dance outfit, approached the stage and asked, “Do you know Different Drum?” We were stunned; here we were, imaginary Beatles from the Big City some twenty miles away, playing in their dusty little village and all they were hoping for was Stone Poney’s waltzing music?
Hulking behind their girlfriends, the weathered faces of bulky farm boys glared at us, arms wrapped tightly around thin waists as if holding their girls back from the dangerous city boys posing in Flower Power outfits of paisley shirts and over-flared bellbottoms, our amplifiers humming. I don’t think there was much to be concerned about; we wouldn’t butcher a song we didn’t know.