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I was one of those lucky people to have met Harry Chapin and spoken with him on numerous occasions. It’s been forever since I heard Harry’s voice and yet I can still close my eyes and hear him speak, see him laugh that hearty laugh of his...some people just stay…
I was at Berkley in the 60’s, so I had the extreme pleasure of seeing Harry playing in Coffee houses and the like. He was fabulous. Every now and again, if an early class wasn’t interfering, I had the chance to speak with Harry. We would discuss politics, the Vietnam…
I will never forget the experience I had on Sunday, May 3, 1998. I attended a Tribute to Harry Chapin, put on by The Steve Chapin Band in Columbus, Ohio. How I ended up there is amazing and all started on December 7, 1997, the date that would have been…
The taxi stand is dark and deserted,No one waits for the driver to appear. His memories remain so vivid in our minds,Not blocked or diminished by the hands of time. With a darkened stage a guitar stands alone,The pic is idle, the strings do not hum. The music and memories…