Dark, ominous lyrics. Southern-style rock. Blame it on the Dude. I had absolutely no interest in “Bad Moon Rising” and Creedence Clearwater Revival until I saw The Big Lebowski for the first time. Soaking in this classic on Spotify is one thing. But it must’ve been an entirely different thing hearing it live at Woodstock. Creedence strikes me as being a band that would’ve thrived on the festival circuit. And a song like “Bad Moon Rising” would’ve been a setlist staple.

“Well don't go around tonight. Well it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.”