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When I was in high school I went to a coffee house (The Offstage on S. 1st Street in San Jose) and saw Malvina Reynolds. The next day I pulled my grandpa's guitar out of the closet. This would be a simple, heartwarming story of noble, responsible art and clean living except that the next week the performer was Pigpen McKernan (and Friend). It's been downhill (and uphill) from there.
I threw a few heartfelt ditties together and went back on a Sunday night and signed up. Everybody else was scared to follow Steve Mann so they made me do it. The next week I started taking guitar lessons.
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