As an immature dweeb in 1972 - not that that has changed - cynical about everything and believing nothing, I drove to Charlotte to see him. Drugs-sex-and-rock-and-roll was a good place to retreat with that mindset, so to Charlotte I went. What I saw was all rock-blues, but was as much gospel hour as rock show: "Some Day", "Sweeping Through The City", "I Serve A Living Savior", "Amazing Grace". It was 2 decades later before I came to faith, but that might never have happened had I not driven home that night thinking that my hero believed more things than I did. Not long ago I wrote him and told him. No answer. From that show: