I might as well state this right off the bat: I never knewJames Booker. When he died I was a twelve-year old boy in suburban Ohio, and was no more aware of his existence than I was of the intricacies of income tax. In fact, it would be several more years before I so much as heard his name. So it’s safe to say that my acquaintance with Book is solely through his music—the s...
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