Jerry Garcia Up From The Dead
Arthur Levy, Creem, August 1975
DAVID GAHR is already a half-block ahead of me up the street, bounding past the Navarro's sharpy redcap, shlepping all his cameras, and lights, and wires, brown chewed-up pipe sticking out from his pocket — Gahr looks like a Hal Roach version of what a harried photographer is supposed to look like who's on his way to take a picture or two of an old friend. A picture or two. Or three. Or fourteen rolls.
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