It started with that blind Puerto Rican folksinger. Home for the summer after my freshman year of college, I borrowed a worn vinyl copy of The Newport Folk Festival 1964 Evening Concerts from the library. José Feliciano sang “La Bamba.” I didn’t know where one word stopped and the next began. It sounded, to me, […]
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