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Vernon Ray Harrington’s life is one of the great lost storybooks of the blues. The story begins in 1953 in a place where church basements double as recording studios, schoolyards threaten those without guitars, and backyards fuse blues, booze, and BBQ into pure gravity. It’s 2009. And while time disperses the people, fades the memories, and watches silently as some pass, it also occasionally gives treasure. And with treasure, there is temptation -- temptation to value based on what something is versus how it makes you feel. Vernon’s life is a portrait of west side blues history. Feel it on West Side Blues.
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