NEVILLE’S ADVOCATE
ne of the few good things about being my age – and I’d guess that of a good many readers – is that we got to hear some of the best music ever made as it came out. Thus I heardwhen I was 13, when I was 17, and so on. But in 1965, already aware of The Yardbirds due to the recent hit, when their new song came on the radio it floored me; I’d never heard a sound like it. It was Beck, on his Telecaster, plugged into a. Soon came the fabulous slide solo on, then
