The first time I confronted the Foghat problem was in 1972 on what was their first mouthful of the American sandwich. They’d been second on the bill and I’d arrived late, just in time to catch the tail end of the “far out/ they got down/ they boogied” audience testimony. Oh well, I thought, another Johnny Bull boogie beast. How do you sjiell aferage ?

Later that evening, I walked through a hotelroom door and there they were — all lazing around drinking up the evenihg’s profits, laughing and jiving with the assembled multitudes and being generally happy as pigs in shit. They were babbling onenthusiastically?iabout how wonderful it would be to get to Akron, the next-day destination in their string of one-nighters. My God, here they are going full-tilt in the Motor City, and already they’re drooling for 4kron. Oh well, I thought, it’ll take about two road months to blow off the hot air in these maniac sails.