By the end of rock/pop and the subsequent fusion renaissance the Fabulous Four had shepherded in, the only logical place for me to continue was the classical or jazz scene. Rock 'n' roll's death, or at least the seeds of its demise came in the early seventies. Punk was in total denial of what we evolved into. More importantly, the loss of innocence, which is what rock 'n roll's pubescent energy is all about, no longer existed. What ensued was nothing about the joys of evolutionary discovery born of na´vetÚ, just cynicism's perpetuating de-evolution into nihilism; a socio-political commentary whose linguistic syntax had dissipated into a monosyllabic grunt.