I don’t usually get gut punched when I hear of someone I don’t know dying. I felt a little poke when David Crosby died, but when I heard Robbie Robertson died it almost took my breath away, just for an instant but in that brief glimpse I saw myself in 1969 back in the mansion on La Salle Gardens, a few blocks from Motown’s st…
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