The last night of SXSW this March, my sister and I sat outside the doors of our church facing Brazos, chatting with a homeless fellow who sang us “Dear Prudence” and an old blues song the title of which I don’t recall. For some reason, the riff for this Bill Withers song popped up in my head, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what the name of the song was. I hummed a few bars for the man, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
A few minutes later I was able to run up to the church office and do a Youtube search. I walked back to the street and sang a little bit of the song for the man.
So we did a little bit of song-trading there on that warm night.
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