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It was the Fall of 1999 or 2000. My wife and I were visiting the picturesque little town of Stowe, Vermont. We wandered into one of the many quaint gift shops and as we browsed knick-knacks, music played. It was music that immediately struck a chord with me. It’s that feeling when you hear their music that you know you’re going to love everything they do. That’s what I felt when I first heard Black 47. I asked the cashier what the music was and she pointed me to a small stack o...
Published on October 26, 2015 03:12