In 1964 a classmate asked if I would join a new club he wanted to start at Messick for people who liked folk music. After he persuaded the principals we really needed this new activity, we met after school to discuss new records, learn songs, and listen to local performers. And that is how I first encountered Jim Dickinson -- sitting in a circle at Messick as he played his guitar. Later I would hear him at The Bitter Lemon, usually with Sid and Jimmy. I left Memphis in 1975 and had no idea what Jim had done until my brother-in-law gave me It Came From Memphis for Christmas.
I never forgot meeting Jim or hearing him. I look forward to reading his book, which arrived in my mail today. Memphis was a special place to grow up, and it was wonderful go be in the presence of so many talented people.
By Toby Sells
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