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There was no sadness in his music. It was rough, raunchy, juke joint blues, played on an electric guitar that he called Black Nanny, and backed up by Spam pounding out caveman rhythms on the drums. Sometimes it was angry, sometimes it was mad, sometimes it was so raw that it sounded like punk rock, but it always sounded bold, proud, triumphant.
Dispatches from Pluto: Lost and Found in the Mississippi Delta
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