…and the Black Feathers

In an era of harmony, when music was written with love and innocence, bands backed up a great singer who could capture an audience’s ear. Most frequently equated as a performer, rather than a song writer, these performers where hailed as kings and queens of their craft without writing a single song. Those days are dead and gone, but the band still plays on. These are the musicians whose names we never knew, and they are the black feathers.