"... When I was fourteen my daddy took me back to Mr. Gist´s music store in Helena to get a real guitar. It was late on a Saturday afternoon, and the streets were packed with people in from the farms, migrants, and local people.... Daddy and I went up to the counter, greeted Mr. Gist, and I heard J.D. (daddy) say, "Morris, we'd like to see the Martin guitar there for my boy Lavon." .... That was the day my credit history began. I got to take that nice little Martin home on a layaway plan. It was three-quarter size and all brown, and I just about slept with the thing..."
Citerat ur This Wheel´s on Fire
Levon Helm and the Story of The Band
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