I met Doc the day I moved into the building on Dauphine in June of 2006. He walked up wearing a bodysuit of the type that surfers wear. He was wet, and he had obviously been swimming or bathing, I introduced myself as a new tenant. In his huge baritone voice, he said, "Philip Turner, otherwise known as Doctor Love. Nice to meet you.”
Nashville and Memphis lay legitimate claim as Tennessee’s music cities, but we have forgotten that at one time Chattanooga was a destination for some of the best music in the South. And Ninth Street, or the Big Nine, was where you went to find it.
After Bussard felt I’d been sufficiently wowed by the sight of it, he pulled the 78 from its paper sleeve, laid it on his turntable, and wiped the surface with a record cleaning brush that resembled a blackboard eraser.