Sometime around 1968, when I was about 18, Pete Seeger and I did a concert together at Carnegie Hall, a tradition we continued pretty much up until last November. That first time, I remember watching how he handled the audience. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. I wouldn't have used the word master in those days, but he had an authority over the audience. He would just wave his hand, and you could hear them singing. It was almost as if he had some extra sense that allowed that kind of audience response. There's no one else...
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