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|Ely||elizabeth cotten stories (11)||RE: Folklore: elizabeth cotton stories||14 Aug 03|
My parents saw her at the Ark in Ann Arbor, Michigan, when they were in graduate school (before my time). Sorry I missed it. They weren't quite sure who she was at the time but my mother remembered her and ran out to buy me a CD when I started taking guitar lessons (she bought me two, actually--Elizabeth Cotten and Brownie McGhee. I still can't play like either one of them).