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If you ever saw him play, you never forgot it. The wild-man mane of hair, the scruffy beard, the glint in his eyes and the pent-up intensity of his stage persona were enough to ensure that. But then there were the propulsive stomp of his foot keeping time during the songs and the dry banter between them. And could you ever get the sounds of that gruff bluesy voice, that fleet-fingered guitar work or those rippling autoharp solos out o… MORE