You'll notice from this list that when it comes to music my interest stopped in the VERY early seventies. And once again this list is no [articular order whatsoever, unless you count the order in which they occur to me as I sit here typing.
I saw The Spoonful once, when they and Chad and Jeremy opened for The Beach Boys, and I've seen John Sebastian solo twice--once with 250,000 others at the Atlanta Rock Festival and the other at McKay Auditorium a very small venue in Tampa. Sebastian's concerts always had a way of making me feel like I was in his living room and he was just fooling around on his guitar with a bunch of friends. Some of my favorite songs are what other people would call fillers. Stuff like "Four Eyes" and "Money" , on the latter he was accompanied by a banjo and an adding machine. Real goodtime stuff.
If I have to explain this then there is no hope for you at all because you are probably under 20 years old. I had my chance to see The Beatles in September 1964 in Jacksonville. My mother was kind enough to even offer to drive us up, probably because she didn't trust me on the train with all those other girls, and I agreed because it was cheaper. As fate would have it there was a hurricane. Oh, The Beatles went on alright, and the train went through. But my mother didn't. And neither did I. 35 years later a friend showed me a dried up patch of grass that she had saved in plastic. She had ripped it out of the football field after John Lennon stepped on it.
Who can resist the acid/latino/rock of early Santana? Not me, that's for sure. Saw them too, in 1970 at the convention center in Tampa. We had it made back then because my best friend's father's best friend was the center's manager so we got good seats for everything.
I know you were thinking "rock bands" and they don't fall in that category, but back in the 60's they played EVERYTHING on the same station. Boy, were we lucky! I feel sorry for kids now because all they hear is the same thing over and over. They never have anything different sprung on them, whereas we never really knew what was going to come out of the radio next.
CCR and The Lovin' Spoonful are as close to country as I'll ever get, but when you come to think of it that's pretty damned close. Can you believe that John Fogarty's old band members actually had the guts to sue him for sounding "too much like himself" when he issued those new solo records? Actually they were suing him for coping "their" sound. But CCR was always John Fogarty. How could he possibly sound like anyone else?
Part of the 1960s British Invasion, The Animals for me were head and shoulders above The Rolling Stones and it was primarily because of lead singer Eric Burdon. He's still out there, and according to my daughter plays this are once in awhile. Who knows? I might catch him yet.