Like a lot of kids, I took piano lessons; when I was about 9, our teacher sponsored a recital featuring all her students, and I played. Probably a Beethoven piece, but it might have been Bartok; he was very big among piano teachers in the 1950s. First *folk* performance, more or less: I was about 23, which is kinda late considering I'd been playing since I was nine, but I was shy about it. Anyway, I backed up a woman named Karen (who is now a psychiatrist -- hmmmm) on "Careless Love"; I was fingerpicking a Telecaster. (Which I still do.) She knew one more verse than I knew, so she kept on going after I'd stopped and I had to start again. We were at a labor rally of some kind, so I also sang Joe Hill's "Casey Jones". They didn't laugh us off the stage, for which I am eternally grateful.

Peace,
Paul