thanks for the piece on john fahey, robbie Baùsho, and Max Ochs (“The Cosmos Club,” 7/7). A real blast from the past—especially reading about the Unicorn coffee shop on 17th St. I first encountered Baùsho at the Unicorn in the early ’60s when I was a yearning young apprentice beatnik. He sang a nasty version of “Jesus Met the Woman at the Well” with a gravelly voice and booming 12-string. He was hairy, dirty, and had bad teeth. Naturally, I felt compelled to take him home to horrify my mother. That part didn’t work out so well: He was excruciatingly polite, and they ended up drinking cheap bourbon and swapping lies for hours.

Brookland