I picked up a guitar immediately after hearing John Jackson play a couple tunes in the middle of a Mike Seeger concert in 1967, when I was 15. I'd played something all my life, but what John did with a guitar really turned my head.
He was a man of such strength, kindness, and grace: a remarkable combination given that he was raised in the Jim Crow era in…
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