Jerry Jeff Walker was the first celebrity I ever met, at some party in Powelton Village. I was 16 and I guess he was trying to hit on me, but he was so drunk that he slid down the wall that was holding him up, collapsed at the bottom and pissed himself. That was a kind of gift, because right then and there, I had an epiphany that artists save the best parts of themselves for their art, and there usually isn’t much left over. Thanks to Jerry Jeff, I was never again impressed by someone famous. Here he is with Dave Bromberg:
https://youtu.be/zcC8WSgEBqo
