John Fogerty – Summer Of Love
Classic Oldies “Summer of Love” remembers 1967 with a wary smile—celebrating the electricity of youth while admitting how quickly ideals can blur into slogans and echoes. On October 2, 2007, John Fogerty…
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John Fogerty – I Can’t Help Myself
A burst of comeback joy — “I Can’t Help Myself” is John Fogerty’s shimmying, slightly restless sequel to “Centerfield,” a short, gleeful declaration that the long silence is over and…
John Fogerty – Lodi
“Lodi” is a weary road-song about the moment the dream stalls—when a working musician realizes the next town isn’t glory at all, just another night, another bar, and nowhere near…
John Fogerty – Long Dark Night
“Long Dark Night” is John Fogerty holding a lantern up to a troubled era—an urgent protest wrapped in a lean, driving rocker, where the darkness isn’t poetic: it’s political. John…
John Fogerty – Swamp River Days
“Swamp River Days” feels like a homecoming you can hear—John Fogerty stepping back into his own mythic bayou, not to relive the past, but to make peace with it and…
John Fogerty – Up Around The Bend
“Up Around the Bend” is the sound of escape without denial—an open-road promise that somewhere, just past the next curve, life can feel lighter again. Few rock records offer freedom…
John Fogerty – Longshot
“Longshot” is John Fogerty grinning into the headwind—an underdog’s love-song that knows the odds, yet keeps throwing its heart forward anyway. “Longshot” closes John Fogerty’s album Revival, released October 2,…
John Fogerty – Blueboy
“Blueboy” is John Fogerty smiling through the swamp-mist—an ode to the kind of back-road music that keeps a town breathing when nothing else will. If you want the hard facts…
John Fogerty – Southern Streamline
“Southern Streamline” feels like a speeding night train in song form—restless, bright with guitar sparks, and powered by the stubborn faith that the road will eventually open up. The most…
John Fogerty – Mystic Highway
“Mystic Highway” is John Fogerty stepping off the well-lit road of nostalgia and onto a darker, truer stretch of asphalt—where the past hums behind you, but the future still insists…