Back in 1963, I moved to NYC and got a room on Grand St. just ablock above Canal. $90 a month. got to know a young lady downstairs who had been in NY a few years and had a kind of steady, quiet, quizical, homely air. Anyway, she was going out with Pharoah and I often heard him wailing away. I was on the 4th floor and she was on the third, i believe. One day I was down there when Pharoah was and we ate a little dinner or something together, sitting on boxes on her floor. I remember Pharoah putting ketchup on a piece of steak. See, so...like I had to mention this in light of this image. I always identified Pharoh, eversince that ketchup on steak day, as having kind of unusual oral propensites.
