When I first started getting into music, really getting into music beyond AM radio and the string of hits I always thought was everything music, there were three cities. Only three. Los Angeles, Chicago and New York. Those were the three graced by the large offices of the major labels and those were the three which produced the vast majority of music which made it to the airwaves. Or so it seemed. Isolated in Oregon (and trust me, kiddies, it was isolation), the world looked so simple and yet so daunting, even on AM radio. Generalizations were common. Vocal groups all came from or at least came out of New York City. Soul was courtesy of Detroit and Chicago and Detroit. Surf music was West Coast and sand-infested. Country was all Bakersfield or Nashville. But they all were filtered through the Big Three: Los Angeles, Chicago and New York. That’s where the major labels lived. That’s where the money was. That was where artists went to make it big, no matter where they originated.