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“I can only be me. I do what I do, I'm not a jazz player. ... I don't play jazz standards, at least not in any recognizable way. It's not my turf but I have plenty of respect for that style of playing.”

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Jorma Kaukonen
Jorma Kaukonen

Jorma Kaukonen is a renowned guitarist, born on December 23, 1940. He is known for his unique blend of blues, folk, and rock styles and was a key member of the Grateful Dead band. more

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