Before she had come to Boston her best friend from way back in high school, Hunter High which was a well-known elite school for girls then in the city filled with Jewish-American Princesses (JAPs) looking to have that school on their resumes when husband hunting , Frida Hoffman, who was a grind like her, although she could travel with the JAPs when they wanted something from her, had taken her boyfriend, blue-eyed, blonde hair, Midwestern “aw shucks” Todd Morgan from Wisconsin right from under her nose. After graduating from Wisconsin and before heading to Boston, dreading to have to live at home with her parents over in Stuyvesant Town, she had lived with Frida in her Soho apartment for the summer. She had brought Todd along, after Frida insisted that she could put him in touch with some music people she knew in the Village who might help a budding folk rock singer like Todd. Josie had introduced Todd when they first met and Josie half-saw the "look" in Frida's eyes then but Frida was Frida and checked out half the guys in the world. This time though Frida landed a low blow and one night had run off to summer of love San Francisco with Todd with whom she was having an affair on the side when Josie had to travel to Boston to find an apartment and to checkout her internship through Boston University.
So the song hit home and as she reached to finally turn the damn thing off on came Empty Bed Blues and she was hooked, listened to the whole hour and heard that soulful melancholy voice all night in her sleep. Here is the funny part, the part that ties everything together as she listened she found that she got more and more into the music, that it kind of grew on her, she didn’t want it to end. She was haunted by the whole experience and the next day she ran over to Central Square in Cambridge, got off at that stop on the Red Line anyway and walked up to Sandy’s Record Shop heading toward Harvard Square to see if he, a connoisseur, the guru of all things folk unto the famous Brahmin Brattle Street Child collected ballads if not before, which if you thing about it really encompassed the blues for lyrics, just not the beat, and asked him, since in those days he ran the store himself mostly, if he had any Bessie Smith records available for purchase. Sandy gave her a big smile and said-“I’ve got a not bad condition, not too scratchy used complete four album eight record Columbia vintage set of her stuff that you won’t want to turn off.” Sold. Sold after Josie explained that effect that her feature on Jim Miller’s show had on her. Sandy gave a sly nod. Needless to say that weekend she perhaps drove her fellow tenants on Commonwealth Avenue batting, or murderous, playing the compete set while drinking wine, red, to drown her sorrows. Drinking her blues away and it was six, two and even which of the two drugs was chasing her blues away.