I first met Roy McAdams over 40 years ago, probably at the old Driftwood Lounge (where Driftwood Pizza is now). Back then, the Driftwood was a late night hangout for musicians who would stop in to have a cocktail and jam into the very late/very early hours. (The Keys had 24-hour watering holes back then.)
If memory serves me well, I recall walking into the Driftwood when Roy was on stage. Armed with an old Yamaha 12-string guitar, he started playing one of my favorite Dan Fogelberg songs, a Northeastern…
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