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PRAISE FOR

A Freewheelin’ Time
“A vivid insider’s portrait of Greenwich Village, ground zero at the cusp of
a new era.” —Los Angeles Times
“Artist Suze Rotolo pays rollicking homage to a revolutionary age.”
—Vogue
“Rotolo recalls this era with dazzling anecdotes.” —Salt Lake Tribune
“A welcome, page-turning perspective conspicuously absent from the
plethora of books on Dylan and the folk era of the 1960s: that of a
woman witnessing it all from its cultural and political epicenter.”
—Todd Haynes, writer and director of I’m Not There
“Exhilarating . . . a moving account.” —New York Times
“A portrait-of-an-era . . . through [Rotolo’s] eyes, we see Dylan as a
unique artist on his way to greatness.” —People
“Fascinating memoir . . . compelling.” —Booklist
“What a wonderful kid [Suze Rotolo] must have been—brave, open-
hearted, keenly observant and preternaturally wise, able to rise to the
challenge of loving a genius like Bob Dylan and knowing when to let go.”
—Joyce Johnson, author of Minor Characters
“Rotolo’s poetic style adds charm to an engaging memoir that touches on
a variety of personal, musical, and political topics.” —Library Journal

“Poignant . . . full of quick, deft sketches of key characters.” —Guardian


“There have been a lot of books written about Greenwich Village in the
sixties. What makes Suze’s story so special is that she grew up in this
neighborhood and she still lives here. She knows these crooked streets
intimately and they know her.” —Steve Earle
“Suze Rotolo digs hard and deep. Best of all, she’s a natural writer who
puts the beguiling voice, skeptical brow, shining eyes, and conductor’s
hands I know right before you on the printed page. What’s her secret?”
—Sean Wilentz
“Rotolo . . . has come out of the shadows and given us a heartfelt, lyrical,
and intriguing picture of not only her life with the enigmatic Dylan but a
picture of life in the vibrant folk music community that was emerging in
the Village at the time.” —Weekly Standard

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Rotolo, Suze.
A freewheelin’ time : a memoir of Greenwich Village
in the sixties / by Suze Rotolo.
p. cm.
1. Dylan, Bob, 1941– 2. Rotolo, Suze. 3. Greenwich Village
(New York, N.Y.) 4. Nineteen sixties. I. Title.
ML420.D98R67 2008
782.42164092—dc22
[B] 2007036215
ISBN 978-0-7679-2688-1
printed in the united states of america
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
First Paperback Edition

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Ta b l e of

Backstory 1 C
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Part One n
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Portrait 9
Folk City 13 e
Queens 26 n
Death 35 t
Beginnings 43 s
Identity 55
Leaving Home 68
Sideswipes 77
After Effects 82
In the Name of Love 94
Precious Time 108
The Street 117
Denizens 123
Behind the Music 132
Words and Music 135
Downtown 146
Particular 155
Self-Titled 157
Southern Journey 161

Pa r t Tw o
Italy and Indecision 168
Re-Entry 197
Art and Influences 199
Record Time 214

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Art and Music 223


Brecht 233
There but for Fortune 244
Hide and Seek 250
Woman Troubles 254
Time Out of Mind 259
Not Dark Yet 270
Reflections 286
Art Is Work 288
Habits 291

Part Three
Restart 298
Cuba 303
Avenue B Mob 319
Cambridge 323
Fluctuations 333
Slum Goddess 345
Summer 354
Don’t Look Back 357
Wrap 363

Endnote 366
Acknowledgments 368
Illustration Credits 370

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For Luca
so he will know
and Enzo
who always did

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“Who are we,


if not a combination of
experiences, information,
books we have read,
things imagined?
Each life is
an encyclopedia, a library,
an inventory of objects,
a series of styles, and
everything
can be constantly
reshuffled and reordered
in every
conceivable
way.”

Italo Calvino,
Six Memos for the Next Millennium

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Backstory
I met Bob Dylan in 1961 when I was seventeen years old
and he was twenty. This book is a memoir of my life as it in-
tertwined with his during the formative years of the 1960s.
I’ve always had trouble talking or reminiscing about the
1960s because of my place close to Dylan, the mover and
shaper of the culture of that era. The kind of adulation and
scrutiny he received made that conversation awkward for
me. He became an elephant in the room of my life. I am pri-
vate by nature, and my instinct was to protect my privacy,
and consequently his.
I was writing a bit before we met—poems, little stories,
observations—and I kept at it while I was with him. The
writings served the same purpose as the sketchbooks I
kept—except that these were verbal drawings:

Memory
It isn’t you baby, it’s me and my ghost
and your holy ghost.
There is a saying about one’s past catching up
with them
mine not only did that, it overran the present.
So tomorrow when the future takes hold
I’ll be sitting in the background with the Surrealists.

Though I no longer remember what triggered those


thoughts, recorded in January 1963, reading them in the

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present gives me an eerie feeling of prescience. In so many


ways my past with Bob Dylan has always been a presence, a
parallel life alongside my own, no matter where I am, who
I’m with, or what I am doing.

D ylan’s public, his fans and followers, create him in their


own image. They expect him to be who they interpret him
to be. The very mention of his name invokes his myth and
unleashes an insurmountable amount of minutiae about the
meaning of every word he ever uttered, wrote, or sang.
As Bob Dylan’s fame grew so far out of bounds, I felt I
had secrets to keep. Though I kept my silence, I didn’t
relish being the custodian of such things. Time passes and
the weight of secrets dissipates. Articles are written and
biographies are churned out that trigger memories only
because they are often far from the reality I knew. They tend
to be lackluster yet fascinating in their fantasy. I acknowl-
edge that memory is a fickle beast. Fragments of stories
stride in and out; some leave traces, while others do not.
Secrets remain. Their traces go deep, and with all due
respect I keep them with my own. The only claim I make for
writing a memoir of that time is that it may not be factual,
but it is true.
In these times, seeing Bob Dylan’s life and work and
the people he was close to documented or fictionalized on
film, on display in museum exhibits and other commemora-
tions in all categories, only intensifies the feeling I have of
possessing a parallel life. It is an odd sensation to see
myself on the screen, under glass, and written about in

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books, forever enshrined and entombed alongside the


Legend of Dylan.
When I look at the pictures and hear the songs I also
see and hear the story behind them. A still photograph
morphs into a home movie and a scrawl on a page evokes a
scene in a room or on a street. I hear a laugh coming from
somewhere off to the side . . .

It has taken me many years to allow my parallel lives to


converge. But there will always be a space between the im-
age and the reality because ghosts live there and they can-
not be contained under glass. Over time I have learned to
be more at ease with the holy fascination people have with
Bob Dylan. A song, a poem, a book, a film, an exhibit are
simply representations of a period, a place, a person. And
because memory is the joker in the deck I try not to take the
representations of the past too seriously. Life goes on for
those who live it in the present. Nostalgia, cheap or other-
wise, is always costly.

I see history as a reliquary—a container where relics are


kept and displayed for contemplation. So much has been
written about the sixties that the more distant those years
become, the more mythic the tales and the time seem to be.
Facts and statistics are pliable. Truth and accuracy are truly
Rashomon-like. Each story is true from the teller’s perspec-
tive; the weight shifts. My decision to add my relics was not
an easy one. Hindsight meddles with memory, after all, so

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the best I can do in writing about those long-ago years is to


try to make them recognizable.
The stories I tell are about my place within that time and
about the early years that made me who I was when I mi-
grated from Queens, New York, to Greenwich Village. The
backstory has to be considered: where my family came
from, who they were, and all the other bits and pieces that
make a person whole. I reminisce to the best of my ability.

S ince I was born in one of the boroughs of New York City,


the concept of coming to the city to find (or lose) oneself
doesn’t apply. But it was to Greenwich Village that people
like me went—people who knew in their souls that they
didn’t belong where they came from. I was drawn to the
Village with its history of bohemia—where the writers I was
reading and the artists I was looking at had lived or passed
through. Their spirits led the way, showed me the road, and
named the place. I got on the subway.

T he 1960s were an amazing time, an eventful time of


protest and rebellion. An entire generation had permission
to drink alcohol and die in a war at eighteen, but it had no
voting voice until the age of twenty-one. Upheaval was in-
evitable. Talk made music, and music made talk. Action was
in the civil rights marches, marches against the bomb, and
marches against an escalating war in Vietnam. It was a
march out of a time, too—out of the constricted and rigid

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morality of the 1950s. The Beats had already cracked the


façade and we, the next generation, broke through it.
Traveling with the past within us, we were ready to roll
into the future. It has now become a historical time made
up of many personal stories, songs, and sidebars. There are
many reliquaries from that era in American life. This is
mine.

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Part One

Preamble

Love:
Excitement anticipation
big joy big bang big
bliss big white-hot
sizzle in the gut.
A person in love
appears perfectly
normal within
his or her
own parameters of normal.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary other than a
noticeable shift to a lighter mood. But the inner
personality is ecstatic—jumping about
pumping the air with
unrestrained
happiness—shouting
big gusts
of glee.

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A photo Bob gave me not long after we met

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In the 1960s Bobby wore a black corduroy cap, with


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the snap on the brim undone, over his head of curly khaki- o
colored hair. His clothes were sloppy and didn’t fit his
body well. He wore shirts in drab colors, chinos and
r
chunky boots, which later gave over to slimmer-fitting
jeans and cowboy boots. I slit the bottom seams on his
t
jeans and sewed in an inverted “U” from an older pair so r
they would slide over his boots. He is wearing them on
the cover of the Another Side of Bob Dylan album. My solu-
a
tion was a precursor of the bell-bottoms that came on the i
market not too long afterward.
He had baby fat, and Dave Van Ronk, already a well- t
known folk musician dubbed the Mayor of MacDougal
Street, loved to tease him about the way he looked. As a
folksinger, he advised, Bob had to develop and present an
image to the outside world, his future public. Such things
might have been talked about
in jest, but in truth they were
taken quite seriously. Much
time was spent in front of the
mirror trying on one wrinkled
article of clothing after an-
other, until it all came to-
gether to look as if Bob had
just gotten up and thrown
something on. Image meant
everything. Folk music was
taking hold of a generation
and it was important to get it
right, including the look—be

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authentic, be cool, and have something to say. That might


seem naïve in comparison with the commercial sophistica-
tion and cynicism of today, but back then it was daring, un-
derground, and revolutionary. We believed we could change
perceptions and politics and the social order of things. We
had something to say and believed that the times would def-
initely change.

B obby had an impish charm that older women found


endearing, though my mother was immune. He was aware of
it and used it when he could. But in general he was shy
around people. He had a habit of pumping the air with his
knees, a kind of marching in place, whether standing or sit-
ting—all jumpy. Onstage he did it in time to the music. He
looked good, despite his floppy clothes. He had a natural
charisma, and people paid attention to him.
At the height of his Woody Guthrie phase, he talked
through his teeth and when he laughed he would toss back
his head and make a cracking ha ha sound or a small ha, with
fingers covering his mouth. His walk was a lurch in slow mo-
tion. He had a touch of arrogance, a good dose of paranoia,
and a wonderful sense of the absurd.
It was very important t him at that time t write as he
spoke. Writin like speech an without havin any punctuation
or t write out the word to.
We got on really well, though neither one of us had any
skin growing over our nerve endings. We were both overly
sensitive and needed shelter from the storm. But Bobby was

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also tough and focused, and he had a healthy ego. The addi-
tional ingredients protected the intense sensitivity. As an
artist he had what it took to become a success.

W e hadn’t been together long when we went to Philadel-


phia with Dave Van Ronk and his wife, Terri Thal, for a gig
she had booked for the two of them at a coffeehouse. When
Bobby got up on the stage, he stood straight with his head
slightly back and his eyes nowhere and began to sing
“Dink’s Song,” a traditional ballad I had heard sung before
by others. I watched him as he sang:

If I had wings like Nora’s dove


I’d fly ’cross the river to the one I love
Fare thee well oh honey,
Fare thee well

He started slow, building the rhythm on his guitar.


Something about him caught my full attention.
He pushed out the lyrics as he hit the strings with a
steady, accelerating drumlike beat. The audience slowed
their chattering; he stilled the room. It was as though I had
never heard the song before. He stilled my room, for sure.
In those early years Bob Dylan was a painter searching
for his palette. He had in mind the pictures he wanted to
paint; he just needed to find the right color mix to get him
there. He savored all that was put before him, dabbing his
brush here and there, testing, testing, adding new layers
and scraping old ones away until he got what he wanted. He

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would delve into ideas—latch on to them with incredible


intensity and deliberate their validity. He had an uncanny
ability to complicate the obvious and sanctify the banal—
just like a poet. Some hated that about him because they
felt he was putting them on, scrambling their brains, which
he was. It was his way of examining and investigating what
was on his mind. It worked for me, even when he made me
nuts at times, because I liked to ponder other possibilities
too, to find the bit that made a thing that was smooth sud-
denly produce a bump.
One evening we went to Emilio’s on Sixth Avenue and
Bleecker Street, a restaurant that was a fixture in what was
then still an Italian neighborhood. It had a lovely outdoor
garden in the back that compensated for the stereotypical
food. Bobby was all fired up about the concept of freedom.
What defined the essence of freedom?
Were birds really free? he asked. They are chained to
the sky, he said, where they are compelled to fly.
So are they truly free?

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Long ago, when New York City was affordable, people F


who felt they didn’t fit into the mainstream could take a
chance and head there from wherever they were. Bob Dy-
o
lan came east from Minnesota in the winter of 1961 and l
made his way downtown to Greenwich Village. Like
countless others before him, he came to shed the con-
k
stricted definition of his birthplace and the confinement
of his past.
I first saw Bob at Gerde’s Folk City, the Italian bar and C
restaurant cum music venue on the corner of Mercer and
West Fourth Streets, one block west of Broadway and a few
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blocks east of Washington Square Park. Bob was playing t
back-up harmonica for various musicians and as a duo with
another folksinger, Mark Spoelstra, before he played sets
y
by himself. Mark played the twelve string guitar and had a
melodious singing voice.
Bob’s raspy voice and
harmonica added a lit-
tle dimension to the
act. Their repertoire
consisted of tradi-
tional folk songs
and the songs of
Woody Guthrie.
They weren’t half
bad. Bob was de-
veloping his image
into his own version of
a rambling troubadour, in
the Guthrie mode.
A drawing I did of Pete Karman

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Before I actually met Bob I was sitting with my friend


Pete Karman at the bar one night at Gerde’s watching Bobby
and Mark Spoelstra play. Pete was a journalist at the New
York Mirror. Back then there were seven dailies, as I recall,
and the Mirror was right up there with the best of the
tabloids.
Pete was a fellow red-diaper baby, as the offspring of
Communists were called, who lived in Sunnyside, Queens,
where I’d been born. He had gone through traumatic times,
his parents having been jailed during the McCarthy era. His
father was a Yugoslav seaman who had jumped ship as a
young man. Left without papers, he also couldn’t get any
because he had been born in Austria-Hungary, a nation that
went out of business after World War I.
Pete’s parents were involved with other Yugoslavs in
the American Communist Party when a woman they knew
informed on them. They were jailed for about six months
under threat of deportation, although there was no country
that would take them. Shortly after their release, Pete’s fa-
ther died of a heart attack. Pete, a junior high school stu-
dent, was home alone when two policemen rang his
doorbell to give him the news. A few years later he met my
older sister, Carla, and they became close friends. During
those years he spent a lot of time at our Queens apartment
talking politics with my mother and soon was part of the
family. When I was living by myself at seventeen, house-
sitting an apartment in the Village, my mother delegated
Pete to be my surrogate guardian and asked him to keep an
eye on me. I had been living pretty much without any
parental supervision since my own father had died three

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years earlier, but since Pete took me into bars I saw no


need to chafe at his guardianship. In those days the legal
drinking age in New York was eighteen. Underage girls
could get into bars without being carded as long as an
older guy accompanied them: Pete was my passport to le-
gality.
That night, Pete was going on about something, in his
gregarious way, and commented on a woman with a good
pair of legs. In response, I pointed to Mark Spoelstra up on
the stage and said, That cute guy up there has a nice pair of
shoulders. Pete turned it into a running joke, pointing to
guys and asking me what I thought of their shoulders. Not
as nice as Mark’s, I’d reply. He has a real nice set.
When Bob and Mark left the stage Pete called out: Hey,
Mark Shoulders, come meet Suze. She says you’re cute.
I was embarrassed and Mark looked confused. A natural
storyteller, Pete often told the tale for laughs, until eventu-
ally it ended up revised and expanded in several books
about Bob Dylan.

I n those years Little Italy extended into the streets of


Greenwich Village below Washington Square Park and
Gerde’s was a hangout for local Italians, stray musicians,
and Village types. Mike Porco owned it and ran the place
with his brothers. Mike was a warm, generous man, and if
his English wasn’t perfect his instincts were. He knew a
good thing when he saw it, whether it was a struggling mu-
sician or a business deal and he was always ready to give
someone a chance. I’m sure Mike knew I was underage, yet

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when he found out I could draw he let me try my hand at


making the fliers that advertised the performance schedule
and I joined the ranks of his rotating stable of fledgling
artists. One of his younger brothers who tended bar spoke
very little English, but he had the vocabulary he felt went
with his job. Looking at me meaningfully one night as he
topped a drink with a maraschino cherry, he said, Girls
gotta guard their cherries.
I learned about Gerde’s history as a folk music club
from the inimitable music man and raconteur, Dave Van
Ronk. Dave always knew the story behind everything, and
could tell it with the veracity and aplomb required to
effectively eliminate other versions.
Sometime around 1959, Israel “Izzy” Young and a
friend approached Mike
Porco about making
Gerde’s into a club for folk
music. They wanted to call
it The Fifth Peg (as in the
fifth peg on a banjo).
Mike wasn’t aware of the
growing popularity of folk
music, but he was game to
try something that would
improve business. He did
have music in the bar now

Izzy Young (left) and


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and then, some jazz or blues musicians and the occasional


accordion player. It never hurt, so he said sure.
The verbal agreement was simple: Izzy and his partner
would charge an entry fee and out of that they would pay the
performers and for publicity, while Mike would keep the
profits from the sale of drinks and food. Mike couldn’t lose,
but it wasn’t a winning deal for Izzy. Word spread that there
was a bar in the Village that featured live folk music, and
people started coming to listen. Soon Gerde’s evolved into
a destination.
The disastrous finances made it inevitable that others
more savvy in the ways of running a club would ease Izzy
out. The Fifth Peg reverted to its original name of Gerde’s,
to which Mike added Folk City, but most people just called
it Gerde’s. (The origin of the name Gerde’s Bar and Restau-
rant goes back to the 1950s, when Mike bought what was
then a hangout for local factory workers. He never changed
the name.)
Since Izzy Young didn’t specialize in hanging out, drink-
ing, and smoking, he wasn’t around much in the evenings.
He was the sole proprietor and founder of the Folklore
Center over on MacDougal Street, a store that took up
most of his time. Izzy sold books, magazines, broadsides,
records, guitar strings, and anything else related to folk mu-
sic and folklore. The store thrived as a gathering place for
professional musicians, aspiring musicians, and folk music
aficionados, with Izzy as its up-to-the-minute historian and
archivist. You didn’t stop to talk to him unless you wanted
to do a lot of listening. To engage with Izzy meant entering
his universe, listening to his tales, and following his theo-

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ries wherever they went. He


never made much money at
anything he did, even though
he promoted many events in
the world of folk music and
folk dance. He was always
full of information, ideas, and
enthusiasms—his interests
went way beyond the bor-
ders of the folk world—but
he had no business acumen.
No one would dispute that
Izzy Young played a signifi-
cant role in the rise
of folk music in the
1960s.

B roadway was
considered no-
man’s-land, divid-
ing Greenwich
Village from the
Lower East Side
(soon to be re-
named the East
Village). During the
day, the area around Broadway and Mercer
Street was bustling with small manufacturing businesses on
every floor of the ornate loft buildings, but after five there

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was no activity anywhere except on West Fourth Street, at


Gerde’s. Most of the coffeehouses and other music clubs
were farther west on MacDougal and Bleecker Streets.
The entrance to Gerde’s opened onto a small vestibule
with another door that led into the place proper. The bar
was straight ahead. Just to the left of the door, past a divid-
ing wall maybe four and a half feet high, was a small elevated
stage against the back wall. Directly in front of the stage
were the tables and chairs with waiter service. The dividing
wall continued opposite the bar, and customers there could
lean over it and watch the show, drinks in hand. Sitting on a
bar stool afforded a view only of the top of a performer’s
head. Past the length of the bar was a door leading down a
steep flight of stairs to the basement, where the food,
booze, and performers were stored.
If there were more than three people onstage at the
same time, it was a crowd. It was fun to watch the bluegrass
musicians choreograph their moves. They had to angle their
instruments—guitar, banjo, and mandolin—just so, to be
able to come together at the one microphone and sing a
chorus, then separate for solos, without a collision. The
music spanned a variety of genres that included, besides
bluegrass, traditional ballads, folk songs in many languages
from many lands, blues, and gospel. Whoever came through
the doors and signed up to play could perform at the Mon-
day night hootenannies. Gerde’s was on the bar circuit for
jazz and blues artists of an earlier generation, from the for-
ties and fifties, artists who’d encountered the legendary
musicians of the twenties and thirties when they started
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their own time and carried a long history of musical infor-


mation for the younger players to learn from.
Bob Dylan played harmonica for many of the older mu-
sicians when they performed at Gerde’s Folk City: Victoria
Spivey, a blues and jazz singer and pianist, and blues man
Lonnie Johnson, both of whom worked with Louis Arm-
strong in the twenties, and Big Joe Williams, born in 1903,
who probably played with every musician over the years, all
the way into the sixties in New York City.
I had a special weakness for the harmonica. I loved that
bluesy wail and crying sound. When I was a child my parents
played recordings of Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, and
I was enchanted by Sonny Terry’s harmonica playing. When
Bob played harmonica for other musicians he was unobtru-
sive, standing at the back of the little stage, yielding to the
main performer but really wailing and tearing into the harp.
I liked to watch him go at it.
When he played with the veterans Bob called himself
Blind Boy Grunt as a tribute to, and playful take on, the
nicknames of the blues and jazz greats who preceded the
young white pretenders. He had the eyeglasses for the role.
After a gig at Café Lena’s in Saratoga Springs, New York, we
spent a week at the home of photographer Joe Alper and his
family in Schenectady, New York. At a thrift shop in town
Bob found a pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses with opaque
blue glass lenses in them.
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A t a certain point Mike Porco had asked Charlie Roth-


schild, who was not a musician but knew the ins and outs of

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© joe oppedisano
SUZE ROTOLO
(aka Susan) is an artist
who lives in New York City
with her family.
She is represented by
Medialia Gallery,
New York City,
www.medialiagallery.com.

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