There was what sounds like another reel to reel tape recorded, I think I.B. was connected to WYPC, the Yale radio station. It too was lent to someone years ago and has disappeared.

The mention of the concert at Woolsey Hall at Yale jogged some memories. I stage managed the event and so was backstage with the increasingly restless performers as the show ran longer and longer, as each act went over their budgeted times. Standing out most vividly in my mind from that time are Harry and Jeannie West. They were lovely as well as patient and I loved their music. Also, Rick Lee who had come down with his soon-to-be wife, Lorraine. Rick and I became good friends and worked together for many years at WGBH, the PBS station Boston and stayed in touch right up until the end. He was one of my favorite people to sit and play with. His knowledge of music and music history was extraordinary and he shared it freely and was much appreciated by all who got to partake of it. Also on the bill that concert night was the first fretless banjo player I had ever heard and a woman whose frailing set the standard for me of what a frailed banjo sounds like. Unfortunately, I don't know who either of them were.

Regardigng authenticity: In retrospect this aspect of the folk music revival at least at Yale was rooted in a recognition that there were things wrong in America. There wasn't a feeling of rebellion, as i remember, only a shocked recognition that there were serious injustices around us and somehow the appreciation of music that had come up through the people, the expressed joys and fears filtered through the creativity of generations of working people and their families was more authentic than the manufactured music, the product of an soulless industry.

Sourdough