The first time I saw Harry Chapin was in 1978. He had such a profound effect on me and how I viewed “famous” people. He stayed after the show and signed all autographs, kissed the women, me included and really seemed to want to be there.
After that I saw every concert that Harry gave in the Bay Area and often buying tickets to more than one show. I used to get tickets right up front, sit with my feet on the stage, and just get lost in the music. Big John’s voice, Amazing.
I have been listening to Harry a lot lately, and it brings back such happy memories. The day Harry Died was truly the day the music stopped.
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