Met Geno midway thru freshman year at Harvard 1959. An irresistibly exciting guy. I was a dedicated blues picker at the time and it was a thrill to watch Geno pick and sing. As preppie from an Ivy League family, my folk blues performing was short on authenticity. Geno looked and sounded as if he had broken rocks on the chain gang with Ledbellie,

Besides blues guitar, I was passionate about riding motorcycles. So was Geno. A flamboyant, daring guy on a bike, Geno was a challenge ride with because you didn’t know what me might do. People were drawn to Geno and he was almost always fun to be around. He loved to make a party out of almost anything, and did.

It’s truly sad that Geno’s inner demons kept him out of a recording studio and denied the world a record of what she sounded like. My best memories might be of him playing and singing in Albert and Kelsey’s room in Matthews, upstairs at The Golden Vanity. I never heard anyone sound like Geno before or since. Tapes I’ve heard only play back a fraction of his rich sound. Many, many great times with Geno!