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Buddy’s Blues

It’s 11 p.m. on a Saturday and the parking lot outside the Speakeasy echoes with rough, jangly guitar. Inside the packed bar, Buddy Reed, all 5 foot 6 of him, in bifocals and a necktie, ostrich boots planted wide, runs his hand over a red 1956 Sears and Roebuck Silvertone guitar and calls over his […]

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