Well, I'm finally into the Anthology of American Folk Music, and I'm into it deep. I put on a little Vol. 3A while I'm making dinner and pretty soon the whole evening is gone, listening to these amazing voices. I first heard Mississippi John Hurt about ten years ago, and it was one of those unforgettable moments of clarity. Now all at once I have to deal with six discs of similarly fathomlessly deep music, and it's staggering.
Here, friends, is Buell Kazee, doing exactly what must be done. Isn't that just the fucking greatest? You can't fake that.
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