Mister Satan's Apprentice: A Blues Memoir

Thanks

T H A N K S To Joan Gussow, who read to her eldest son early and often, taught me to think critically, kept us all going through the lean years, and may yet save the world (beginningwith her own organically farmed corner of it). To my late grandfather, Don Gussow: wanderer, storyteller, supporter . To Tina Bennett, every writer's dream of an agent, without whose foresight, intellectual passion, smarts, wisdom, and unquenchable energy this book would never have found its way onto the page. To Charlie Hilbert, Larry Johnson, Lennie Rabenovets, and Ron "Cafe Mojo" Smith, who knew Nat way back when and helped conjure his spirit at crucial moments. To Karola, Diana, Buddy,Hamp, Jojo, Lester Schultz, Jerry Dugger, Trip Henderson, Chuck Hancock, Johnny Allen, Mason Casey, George "Jersey Slim" Cook, Bob Shatkin, Margie Peters, Bob Bavido, Mark the Harper, Bill Sims, The Holmes Brothers, Bill "Kid Java" Ferns, Frankie Paris, Michael Hill and the Blues Mob, Ron Sunshine, Little Mike, Motor City James, and the rest of my Dan Lynch Blues Bar family, too numerous to name. Keep the faith! To William Howarth and Anne Matthews, for several shrewd readings of the memoir-in-progress and unfailingly good advice about which roads needed taking. To Peter Herman, true friend. To Bobby Robinson, Bobby "Professor Sixmillion" Bennett, Mister Marvin, Mister Pancho, Mister Danny, Mister Larry, Mister Oscar, 397 Thanks Mister James Gants, Miss Harisha, Duke Wellington, Jimmy "Preacher" Robbins, Jackie Soul, Tippy Larkin, Miss Chevela, and Harlem's generous tip-tossers: the best teachers and audience a young blues player could have. To Danny Clinch, Paul LaRaia, Cynthia Carris, Jack Vartoogian, Cory Pearson, and every other photographer who jammed with us streetside. To David Sanjek, copyright permissions maven. To Kate Rothschild, for the gift of healing laughter and support above and beyond the call. To Rachel Faro and Margo Lewis, fire signs. A better introduction to the music biz I can't imagine. To Erroll McDonald, editor, who provoked and corrected me when needed, gracing my vision with his steadying hand. To Mister Satan: gentleman and genius. Thank you for the God Tape! And to the late Nat Riddles, especially.Your voice still chides, prods, inspires. 398 ...