When I was in basic training at Fort Jackson, SC in 1968 there was one coffee house in Columbia. I used to go there to hear Drink Small - a very short, hunchbacked, bluesman. He played a cheap red electric guitar through a small amp and sang over it. I'll never forget him doing Little Red Rooster. About 30 years later I actually found a CD of his. By then, he was pretty slicked up, doing songs about how tired he was from not having "made it" on the music scene.

DW