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The cannon atop the tower fired, and Hunter's ashes fell over the assembled guest like gray snow, "Mr. Tambourine Man" blaring from the sound system on cue.
John Lee Hooker
by Phillip Poff
I was as big a JLH fan as there was, and there I was having a late breakfast with the Boogie Man.
by William Dean
Kesey's kicked it at last / He's shuffled off the scuffed Levi's / and dowager boots / and joined the coots / up there where the past / is all coffee houses, divas, and lies
George Was My Beatle
by Samantha Capps Emerson
I am eleven years old and I can sign George Harrison's autograph so well it looks almost like the real thing.
by Jeff Beresford-Howe
Here's what I remember. I remember being a twenty-year-old kid from a fucked-up suburban family and deciding to go check out the Grateful Dead one day.
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