Max Décharné

The short-lived wonder of Creedence Clearwater Revival

A spectacular run of hits might have lasted much longer had John Fogerty’s iron control not driven the band to despair

John Fogerty, performing in Rotterdam in April 1970. [Getty Images]

Million-selling rock bands are rarely happy families. They are an uneasy combination of a creative alliance and a business partnership, which is frequently thrown together on an ad hoc basis by people barely out of their teens. They are tested to destruction by long hours, minimal sleep, deafening noise, international travel, a bedroom schedule that would have made Caligula blush and a seemingly unending cocktail of legal and illegal stimulants.

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