Gram Parsons: The Good Ol’ Boy
Barney Hoskyns, MOJO, July 1998
ON A WARM fall night in the tie-dyed rock’n’roll town of Woodstock, with the maple leaves turning to gold and purple on the mountains that rise behind it, a hotchpotch troupe of minstrels is kicking into the first song of its set at the funky old Tinker Street Cafe.
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