On a sun-baked residential street in South Central Los Angeles, you hear the constant ebb and flow of jets cruising toward L.A. International Airport. Unless you're in Franklin Bell's garage, where you hear the sound of the blues. As Peter Gilstrap explains, a vital strain of American music is alive and well here. It's a small scene with a big heart, where age is venerated and experience translates to a soundtrack of African-American life.
The Blues, Alive and Well in a South Central LA Garage
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