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I developed an appreciation for Blues as an adult. More than 20 years ago, in a Starbucks (of all places) in San Francisco, I heard what sounded like a really old Blues song, being sung by an elderly Black man with only a harmonica. I was incredibly moved by that song -- it sounded like it was straight from the cotton fields in the south and made me think about what my ancestors had endured and, more personally, my great-grandparents who'd had rough lives in Texas, though they hadn't picked cotton. I bought the CD (that shows you how long ago it was!) but I don't know where it is. It is in a box somewhere in my basement, I'm sure. Your post has inspired me to go find it. You expressed the beauty and emotion of Blues in a lovely way. Thank you.

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Yes! Please find it and can you come back to let me know the artist?

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Hello Chandra, Lakeisha Cadogan, Sylvia Marina Martinez, and all. Please see/share our research from Captain Dan Hanley and others and help us improve it if you can. Thank you!

https://michaelatkinson.substack.com/

Sincerely,

Michael

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