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up on him while he was busy playing with his rocks and pinch him,
often making him knock over his pile. The rocks would roll across
the floor making an ugly dissonant clatter.

This disturbed Og, for he heard something there in that dis-
organization that appealed to him. It bothered him continually.
"How," he would ask, "could this unplanned clatter have any appeal
to my trained ear?" And every day, as Guh sneaked up on him to
pinch him, and as the rocks clattered across the cave, he fell further
into this quandry. He didn't suspect at this early age that it would
be the key to his later success.

It all came to a head one day when his father approached him
and giving him a clout on the ear, said, "Kid, when you gonna go out
and make some money?" Og didn't know what to do. How could he
make money; and if he got a job, how could he be able to continue
with his rocks? Rather than answer right away he went to the corner
to think. Just as he was about to sit down, his sister pinched him,
but he just threw a rock at her, and went back to his thinking. If only
he could incorporate the two: making money, and playing with rocks.
After several hours lost in deep thoughts of the strange dissonant
clatter of rocks, the eerie tonal patterns, and the exotic rhythms, it
came to him. It was with great satisfaction and pride that he told
his father he would invent the first rolling rock band.

His band was a success. People came from miles around to see
Og conduct his daily avalanches. They were astounded by the thun-
dering tones and magnificent power behind his work. Each daily tri-
umph outdid the last. He became famous; his name was on every
tongue.

Og's father was very proud of him. His son had lived up to the
promises of his early childhood; and as Og was about to begin an
early tour, he took his hand in his and said, "You still ain't got them
damn rocks outa' my cave."

And as he stepped onto his plush luxury river raft, slapping
his sister's groping hand, he looked deep into his father's eyes and
said, "Will you get that brat a Toni? I'll pay for it." And he sailed
westward into the setting sun.

Og's name will live forever, I'm afraid. His western tour through
California was of earth-shaking proportions, and he left his mark al-
ways to be remembered. Of course his contribution to music has
been somewhat obscured by today. Modern phraseology has changed
his invention to "Rocking roll," I believe, which has again been

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