Let there be songs to fill the air - Deadheads for Joe!

Not a lot to say, but i am deeply moved by Joe's humble blues.I came to San Francisco a year too late - 1968 - sold a lot of weed to pay my way thru Stanford - hung up mu cleats, grew my hair, and got on the bus.  Now at 70, I'm again growing Cannabis after my arrests in 1984 ( 12 beautiful, tall, ladies from Hawaii...what ever became of sweet jane, she lost her sparkle, ain't it a shame?)
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Roy Buchanan has that same effect on me as Joe does - different sound, but the crying and absolute despair in the notes are haunting.