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He was wearing denim overalls and a cotton fishing hat with the sides pinned up.
Oliver Ray, who also had a beard and a straggly mustache, wore faded jeans and a grubby T-shirt and a brown felt Worth & Worth fedora that his father gave him.
“You could go to Market Street and see four or five movies for fifty cents,” she recalled.
“One time they had ‘La Dolce Vita.’ I didn’t know about foreign films.
When we got to Independence Hall, the four of us slipped in behind the last crowd of tourists for the day.
Then the drummer, Jay Dee Daugherty, played the opening of “Don’t Say Nothing,” a song they wrote together. He prayed until the blood poured from his pores like sweat.” And she ripped the strings from her electric guitar..
And ‘Wild Strawberries.’ That changed my life.” She found a copy of Arthur Rimbaud’s “Illuminations” in a bargain book bin in the bus terminal, along with old copies of the , a journal that in the early and mid-sixties was publishing Jean Genet and William Burroughs, and that had advertisements for bookstores and art galleries in New York.
Oliver Ray, Smith’s companion and a guitarist in her band, and Steven Sebring, a photographer who is working on a documentary of her life, had come along on the walk.
In the spring of 1974, she recorded a version of “Hey Joe” for a small private label.
“Hey Joe” had been the first single put out by the Jimi Hendrix Experience, in 1966.