It was the early 70's and I was a lonely folk singer in Fairbanks. I tried to stay lonely but people like Clyde Boggan introduced me to the Pine Hill Ramblers, and the Doc South Band. The place to be was definitely Ester at the Howling Dog. Hot Subs and rampaging bluegrass. And if you could play, you were dragged to the stage for a song or two.
Many a night, after closing the place, we would gather under the Northern Lights (always out in those days) and decide where to continue the jam. One night, my cabin seemed the place.
The Dog closed about what - 3, 4 am? So by 5 am we were still jamming in my cabin. It was a mite crowded, but by 7am it was just me, Clyde, and Doc. I would drift off and just listen to Clyde and Doc. Clyde would nod off at his violin. Doc would still be going strong. By 10 am I would have to ask Doc and Clyde to leave. I think they would then go over to Clyde's and continue.
When I moved to Anchorage and we would have jams at my house, Doc would always out stay us all. And with such vitality and energy.
And I have not even touched on how kind he was to us beginners. He was kind. Thank you Doc for including me in the music, as you do everyone you meet. You made a great difference in my life.
Marrianne Bacon
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