It was Hollywood sixties style. Clubs like PJ's, The Trip, The Palomino Club, Ciro's, Gazzari's, Pandora's Box, Doug Weston's Troubadour, and the grand daddy of all Rock and Roll joints, the funk-a-licious Whiskey-a-go-go, were on fire, and featured the likes of soon-to-be huge acts like Johnny Rivers, Trini Lopez, The Doors, The Leaves, The Rascals, and more. And, the Inspirations were right there in the thick of it all, string twisting and dreamin, rockin and realin and dreamin, pushing cats and cool chicks out of their seats and onto the dance floor and dreamin, and gathering a huge following…and dreamin... The Inspirations rocked. The guitars were hot, the keyboards made em all drop their jaws as if Little Richard came to town, the bass funked like a throttled up Peterbuilt, and the drummer? So good that he was in total control of his own freedom train. Like all bands of latent potential in the sixties, they grew fast, pickin a few music men from here and there, and a few from the famed and hallowed halls of Van Nuys High School, where their precursors won the hearts and ears of everyone showin up for Friday night, after the football game dances and Battle of the Band contests. Soon after the band started rockin around town, those guys from across the pond landed and the music, as the band knew it, died. But they continued, fusing their music together with the unmistakable sound of pre-Beatles rock. They changed their names to The Yorkshires. Hey, it had an English flare, and it worked. The midnight shift of Beatles and Jerry Lee, the Stones with Fats Domino, The Dave Clark Five and Beach Boy esque tunes worked. The crowds came…and they stayed. But with all big dreams, planned schemes, and the crying, waiting, and hoping that if they just kept truckin, they'd crash into the one person who could and would take them to the top, the band was falling apart from the inside. One was thinking about Dental school, another was preoccuplied with acting, one became disgruntled, one joined the Marine Corps to fight a crazy war deep inside Vietnam, and one just got tired. And just like that, no sooner than they started dreamin, it all ended, and the best band in Hollywood was fatefully loped off the Strip's vow of fame and fortune. But for a short, frazzled yet incredible time, five guys from the Valley had a dream. And they almost made it come true. Almost. Quite a ride.