DECEMBER 22, 2010 10:41AM
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When it came to music my father and I had little in common. He couldn’t abide the rock music I played for a living. I had no use for the idol of his youth, Bix Biederbeck. Or any other jazz for that matter. We briefly agreed on liking folk music – with Peter, Paul and Mary. But he never got Dylan even before Bob went electric.
The one plac…
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