In the past decade, I've written many stories for the Washington Post. One particular piece stands out as my favorite -- the first person account of my encounters with the renown blues singer and guitarist, Robert Lockwood:
>>>I once asked the great bluesman Robert Lockwood Jr., who died Tuesday at age 91, for guitar lessons. It was 1986. I was 25, and it took all of my youthful gumption to do it. A few minutes earlier, I had just witnessed Lockwood dismissing a man who requested an interview.
"I've been recording since 1941," he said. "I don't need the publicity."
On that summer day, Lockwood was standing in the hot sun beside an outdoor concert stage at the Prince George's Equestrian Center; a chain-link fence separated him from his fans. I told Lockwood that I wanted to learn to fingerpick. I had family in Toledo and could drive out to his home in Cleveland to take lessons. Did he ever give guitar lessons?<<<
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