"Here’s what I remember more than anything else: those long, long legs; the dance moves, and that voice, that glorious voice.

"I was probably all of about 13 or 14 years old, and my parents were indulging my increasingly enthusiastic interest in music by allowing me to go to the weekend dance parties at the “Como,” which everyone locally called the Stonington Community Center, where live bands performed for us locals.

"If I recall correctly, I’d never seen a live popular music performance before, and I certainly, at that tender age, had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that, for my first night, it was a group called “The Foremost.”

"The lights were low, as they always were at the Como (it took another couple of years before I figured out why that was…), and I could barely see the stage.

"But, I could hear it. Man, could I hear it.

"In the time it took my eyes, and ears, to adjust, I swear I heard two or three Sly & The Family Stone numbers and a couple of Stevie Wonder tunes.

"I moved closer to the stage, and for the very first of many, many joyous times, I found myself face to face with the magnificent vocalist Karl Kelly."  (Read the full article written by Mark Gould)