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emitt rhodes was apparently a
wunderkind songwriter in the late sixties. then he made a series of
bad business decisions and somehow lost everything. he's pretty much
been camped up in his house for the last twenty-five years, for all
i can tell. i don't know much about him, because he won't pick up
his phone or call me back. i pretty much just had to show up the day
before the story was due, and knock on the door. once i was there
he was quite personable, but had no recollection of ever being interviewed
for the article. all he offered was this: "i haven't been feeling
well." yeah, no kidding. thanks to mark miller for helping out
under highly questionable circumstances, and for preventing me from
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