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One appallingly racist, obviously fake number drawn from “Holley’s familly acetates” contradicts everything I know about the man, musically, lyrically, and socially. The rest, thank goodness, is the genuine article: Buddy by his lonesome with a reel-to-reel, making his last-ever recordings, heartbroken but clear-eyed to the end. —Leonard Roberge