Fred and I had worked as gardeners in a graveyard in North London over the summer - 1972?-and I took my earnings and bought a sweet little Yamaha six-string. Returned to college - Utica - and by then knew perhaps four chords. My buddy Frank and I were stretching our legs on the lawn in front of one of the dorms after our drive, and at that moment, a reporter from the local rag wanted a "Utica welcomes back its returning students" story, so the guy pulled over two girls and a guy who we'd never seen before, and told me to play a song, and for everyone to sing....this accounts for Frank's deeply amused expression.
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