E.W. Harris — How a “Bad Ghost” Made Good

I’ve known E.W. Harris for a long time. At this point in our lives, it might even be accurate to say “longer than most.” We both have older friends, to be sure, and better ones, without question, but we have been in each other’s orbits for a good while now. We survived the same small, Georgia hometown, went to the same lame, midsize high school, and escaped to the same anonymously huge state college. He’s a couple years older than me, and was already well established in Athens by the time I got there, but still, we ended up running in some of the same circles, working some of the same jobs, even dating some of the same girls. His house was always a warm, welcoming hangout, full of odd characters, art and music, booze and conversation (he even supervised the first time I ever got drunk!). He drew people in, myself included, and just through his effortlessly magnetic presence, made them feel like they were part of something special. Something real. I have seen him play more times than any other musician I have ever known, or ever will know. Indeed, on that particular front he’s probably lapped the field ten times over. It would be nearly impossible for anyone else to catch up. <a href="https://davefitz83.medium.com/e-w-harris-how-a-bad-ghost-made-good-11a4509ad907">Visit Now</a>