I met Sherman when he wasn't much more than a charming, but intimidating borderline music bully that rode my bus in high school and taunted me for wearing a Muddy Waters t-shirt that first and fateful week of 9th grade (that would be Muddy Waters the musician, not the bar). Sherman respected the blues-man just fine, however, he was also quick to point out that there was a world of music I had perhaps been underexposed to beyond Classic Rock and The Blues.
The teen displayed an extraordinarily preternatural gift for both musical ability and...
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