Sad Breaking News

Doc Watson has died.

I remember sitting on the floor in a girlfriend’s living room in San Gabriel, California, in front of a sofa on which sat Doc Watson and his son Merle.  They did a private concert for us that lasted roughly an hour and a half, or maybe two hours.  It was a remarkable privilege.

That must have been about 1969, though it could have been 1970.

Mary Z. and I were the only two members of the San Gabriel Valley Bluegrass Association that we knew.

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