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It’s a pretty cheap form of entertainment to go back and make fun of the first scribblings of any journalist, especially those who took a crack at criticism (“Stairway to Watergate,” 8/10). The earliest reviewers at Rolling Stone or Creem, for example, were not good or polished writers for the most part, but their enthusiasms were innocent and infectious and added a great deal to the fun of the music scene at the time. What’s wrong with saying that Creedence Clearwater Revival “[plays] the kind of music that makes you want to dance”? Too simple and straightforward? Too easy to understand? Not (heaven forbid) hip enough?