Alive at the Cafe Au Go Go

I grew up in a household that didn’t have a record player and was pretty much devoid of music. In high school, I got a little stereo and began collecting records. By the time I entered Brooklyn College, in 1963, my “main man” was Trini Lopez; I also had a couple of Jack Jones albums. In New York, I discovered the Cafe Au Go Go.

The Cafe Au Go Go was in the heart of Greenwich Village, right across the street from the Bitter End. It was a long,