just listening to the recent Smithsonian release of Roscoe Holcomb material called "An Untamed Sense of Control", notes by John Cohen. In the liner notes, Cohen publishes some of the letters Roscoe sent to him towards the end of his life, which are heart-wrenching about his poverty and sickness and hope for a better life. In the last letter, he ends with this:

"It takes a long time to make a musician...me especially. I ain't never made it yet."

This from Roscoe Holcomb....

yours,

Peter T.