When I was a very young, self-defined hep cat, I waded through every sound wave of the British Invasion, bestowing accolades on the obviously eternal, swearing allegiance to the ones who struck my truest chords and learning to move beyond the faddish and minimally talented.
Among the popular musicians my generation welcomed ashore, most faded into the mists of memory while only a select few endured. Among the latter whom time and tides washed upon our shores, the one who seems most deserving of reevaluation all these years later is Tom Jones.
