As I have previously recounted on several occasions, I was mystified by The Band's 1968 debut album Music From Big Pink when it was released. I was completely in the throes of my love for the likes of Cream and The Jimi Hendrix Experience. Sure, I still liked my Beatles, Byrds, and Buffalo Springfield albums, but that music seemed like the past to me.
It wasn't until I saw and heard The New Buffalo Springfield (only drummer Dewey Martin remaining from the original lineup) live the following year that I finally "got" The Band. Overnight Cream and Hendrix were the past, and The Band were leading us out of the darkness. Or as Eric Clapton put it: "Music had been heading in the wrong direction for a long time, and when I heard Music From Big Pink I thought 'Someone has finally done it right.'" He disbanded Cream, and traveled to West Saugerties, New York (the location of the Big Pink house) to try and get The Band to let him join. Naw Eric, we got it covered 😊.