With former Bongos frontman and solo artist Richard Barone making so many intimate local appearances lately (and performing winningly, by all accounts), I find myself having to open my ever-volatile, shapeshifting, silicon-based Book of the Musical Past to make some annotations and hierarchical adjustments, if not an entirely fresh entry. Regarding hip scenes and first-responder creds, my life story is nothing but wrong place/wrong time (which should be New Paltz’s official slogan) and late-to-the-disbanding-party, so never use me as a gauge of cultural importance. You’ll listen to way too much . . .
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