If you were in New York this past summer, and happened to be out with me at the Magician on the Lower East Side one warm evening, then you heard this already. But if you were not or did not happen to be, allow me to introduce, then, four dearest companions of mine, whose acquaintance I met just this July: the Capitol recordings of folk country bluesman James Talley.
Woke up in the morning with a crippling hangover and that name written on my hand.