adorshki
Reverential Member
And if it didn't happen that way it happened when you turned on your favorite FM station and they were in the middle of "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" and you had to stay tuned until the end to find out who it was.I was walking down the hallway of my dorm at college in the Fall of '71, when someone dropped the needle on side one of Live at Fillmore East. I spun around, walked into the room, introduced myself and said "who is that?".
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