Arthur Crudup

I’M GETTING OLDER and a wee bit foggy be­tween the ears, so I don’t re­call when John Tefteller and I first met. I’d guess it was at the twice-yearly record con­ven­tion in Austin, Texas, prob­ably after we’d spoken on the phone. But I be­lieve that I met him years ear­lier at a swap meet in Cal­i­fornia. When­ever it was, I liked John im­me­di­ately: he was in­tel­li­gent, ap­proach­able, af­fable, gen­erous with his time—and he was not one of the naysayers! READ MORE