Whoa….that ’56 Chrysler is beautiful (how could that be??)

My little gang of Bluegrass lightweights used to go to the Ash Grove show and then take our instruments down to a nearby All Night Washateria and practice for a few hours. This sometimes even included real players, like Herbie, and was always appreciated richly by the night owls doing their laundry (Hah!). Following that, it was of course over to Pink’s or Canter’s before stumbling home.

BTW, I just shipped my Evergreen Blueshoes LP over to Etsuo Eito in Japan for his enjoyment (and his amazing collection of all things that relate in any way to Clarence).

I used to gaze at the cover and inside photos, wishing you hadn’t “fuzzied up” the frolicking naked women.

I haven’t found the other chapters in your book (it’s fascinating, and thanks)- do they exist?

I was so captured in the story, I’d forgotten about the name change and I guess, still can’t quite figure out why then, although on some level we all try to fit in and not make waves.. unless one happes t be John Fahey, and look what happened to him.

Thanks for adding the link to Thomas’ page, although I may have to watch the typos when I email you next time Al.. (hah)
I was born in early 1971, so as you may have guessed, I missed the 60s in every sense.

J.