My taste changed radically in 1969 (my teen-combo opened for The New Buffalo---the remnants of Buffalo Springfield. Watching and listening to Dewey Martin play my drumset, with Bobby's brother Randy Fuller on bass, I had an epiphany. Just like "THAT"---the timeless finger-snap---I now "got" The Band. Finally!). I'm embarrassed to name some of the stuff I loved before it did, but will anyway. Nothing as bad as, say, Blue Cheer (perhaps the worst Band of all-time), but not that different, really. Iron Butterfly (oy!), Vanilla Fudge (yee gads!), Cream even, and yes, Jimi Hendrix. Okay, abhor is too strong a term for him. But not the others.