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It seems like there must be a whole symphony of Suitcase Sams. There’s the wee-hours, suit-wearing parlour singer of his early, Get It To Go days. Then there’s the road-hardened troubadour, with Tattered Shoes, living out of someone’s “borrowed” suitcase and trying, without much success, to catch some sleep on a Friday Afternoon. He can be rowdy and rambunctious, or reflective and somber. Regardless, Sam is a constant eccentric who is never tardy. He is both ahead of his time and behind the times, at the same time. He is the something else you are searching for. That’s it. That’s enough.