Sitting in a booth across from guitarist Emily Remler in the early 1980s, I made eye contact with her. We were at the West End Bar, a jazz watering hole two blocks from Columbia University's main gate where Beat Generation literary greats spent hours gabbing and nursing beers and whiskeys in the late 1950s. Emily was performing that week at the West End…
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