When I was a mere sprat, everyone I loved to listen to had something so wonderful, zippy, sweet, in common. What was it????? At the library one day I found a beat up old copy of a Doc Watson record. Never heard of him. Till I played the record!!! There were all my idols' songs, guitar patterns, singing style--- I was in love with Doc wannabe's!!

Then I got the be-Doc bug mnyself, by the end of side one of the record, and joined all my idols. They weren't wannabe's at all, just infected with the best.

'Course Doc himself has been seriously infected himself, with Missisippi John Hurt, who I also had to dig up in my white-bread suburbia to appreciate.

I hope the time between Doc's eventual graduation to heaven and my own passing over is brief-- I don't want to be away from that sweet sound for too long! On the other hand, Merle's already there where it's always windy and warm, and I bet he and John Hurt are having a blast....

Doc, I thank God for your life!