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Growing up in the '70s, Creedence Clearwater Revival meant two things to me. They were the old band that was constantly advertised on late-night TV. And they were the old band that my father had recorded on his reel-to-reel along with another old band called the Beatles. Of course, the operative word is "old." I was young. They were old. I didn't get it. Now that I'm old(er), I've started to get it. With a vengeance. I don't know when it started or why. Maybe it was hearing "Bad Moon Rising" in An American Werewolf in London. Maybe it was the Minutemen covers. Or maybe it was my dad's reel-to-reel tapes.