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I'd just crossed Seventh Avenue at 125th Street, half a block past the Apollo Theater, when I saw him for the first time. Electric guitar, hi-hat cymbals, tambourines, wooden kickboard. The sound radiating from him was not to be believed. He was Robert Johnson reborn as Parliament Funkadelic, a Mississippi flood roaring down Broadway. 'Um,' I mumbled. 'Any chance of me sitting in on a couple of tunes? I'm a harmonica player.' 'For the last five years we've been working that same stretch of Harlem sidewalk, with occasional trips down to Times Square and Morningside Heights. If you're ever in the neighborhood . . . be sure to look us up. Mister Satan is the guy who does six things at once; I'm the guy on his left with red hair.' --Adam Gussow, 1991