First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
Back in 1969 or so, I met David Bromberg in a dressing room at NC State University. Several musical acts were performing for student union reps from around the state. I was taking pictures for Frog Level. He was a swell guy, and we had fun and imbibed a little before the performances.
If I took pictures of him that night, I cannot find the negative--damnit.
Then in 2003, I was attending the national convention of the National Federation of Press Women in Wilmington, Delaware. While walking the street taking photos during a break, a glance in the front window of a violin shop surprised me. There was Bromberg doing his day job.
He’s wonderfully entertaining and one hell of a string player.
Not
quite
today
Thursday, February 16, 2012