I SAW LES PAUL in New York City at the Iridium, near Times Square, on September 10, 2001, where I sat a few feet in front of him. Mr. Paul, who was 85 years old at the time, had lost the athleticism of his left hand, but it made no difference to his artistry and personality, which shot out like a lightning bolt. He was witty, sassy, intense and totally entertaining, holding court with the crowd and teasing the intimidated guests who were brave enough to sit in with him. Afterward, I chose to forgo a cab and walk from Times Square to the Lower East Side, where I was staying with guitarist/pal Adam Levy. That night, I decided New York City was where I wanted to live. Aside from…
