Very young and naive at the age of 18, Mr. Orejas traveled to the United States. New York was the first stop. Winter. On January 24, 1969, I had tickets to see Blood, Sweat & Tears in Manhattan. He lived in the suburbs, Flushing to be exact, and that day one of the biggest snowfalls in history had fallen. But big, big. Then he walked to the train station since there were no bondis or buses in English. After the icy and slippery journey he arrived at a theater called Fillmore.

The recital begins and the band that I was going to see was preceded by a group that I had not heard of and that was debuting in the United States. A skinny, tall, gangly flutist was jumping from one end of the stage to the other. He looked closely at the program and said Jethro Tull who would become one of Mr. Ears' favorites. Awesome! Then the main band came and it was good but... Despite the snowfall, Mr. Orejas came back floating wrapped in the music he had discovered. Two months later he was in San Francisco. And in San Francisco there was the Fillmore West. Here there were no seats like en 

Long-haired men on the floor passed a cigarette at that time unknown to the naive Mr. Ears. And onstage a flood of music spilled out through the strange-smelling smoke. It was Spirit, a great band and then, wow, Ten Years After… The Englishman Alvin Lee & Co. It's a serious thing. Blues, rock, infinite energy.

The Fillmores were the temples of rock from coast to coast. They didn't last long. Enough so that the main representatives of that generation could germinate in a friendly and powerful space.

NY.