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Somewhere up past New York City’s 77^th Street, digging deep into the Harlem past and roundabout cool, there is a place in which the Blues can be heard to be more than a memory, more than being a place in which the lure of the quick and easy buck can nestle alongside reminisce and virtue. Somewhere in the deep heart of New York’s five boroughs is still the sound of piano driving home the call to the San Francisco coast and the Mississippi heartlands of the put upon working class, that Blues is still a God to reckoned with, that Mitch Woods is still one of the purveyors of the sad lament and truthful bible and with the help of Friends Along The Way, the sound never will diminish in its importance and heart breaking purity.