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This article has the best lead ever—or, to use the jargon of my tribe, "lede."

If you bumped into these composers at the Kwick-E-Mart, would you recognize them?

Howard Mandel has written a wonderful essay on Maria Schneider. First Fred Kaplan name-dropped her, now this&mdash;I have got to get my <I>tucchus</I> to one of her gigs.

I sometimes do crazy things to experience live music. In my late teens I met a woman&mdash;a friend of a friend of my girlfriend&mdash;who was a flautist attending the Mannes School of Music in New York City. She was a classic New Yorker, from a classic New York family. Though apparently demure and retiring, she had fearlessly ridden the city subways since childhood, taking the Broadway line at any hour of day or night (her stop was Dyckman Street, above 200th). All of her parents' money and energy, such as it was, had gone into their daughter's musical career, and I was so inspired by this level of focus and devotion that I hitchhiked from Boston to New York and back in order to attend her first concert, a performance of the two Mozart flute concerti. My presence was remarked upon as the act of a true friend, but <I>I</I> was the beneficiary: It was a great concert, and a good start to a life of experiencing the "call" of live music.

David Gates is grumpy about the hoopla over <I>On the Road</I>'s 50<SUP>th</SUP> anniversary. Grumpy, but not to the point of ignoring the occasion.

A Flickr photoset.

Garth Cartwright profiles David "Honeyboy" Edwards on the eve of his European tour. He heard Charley Patton and Tommy Johnson, the musicians regarded as Delta blues founders, play when he worked on a plantation. Big Joe Williams taught him music and how to hobo. He busked with the Memphis Jug Band, hung out with a teenaged Howlin' Wolf, and recorded for Alan Lomax. And in 1945 he took Little Walter to Chicago.