Mike Bloomfield: Bloomfield's Doomed Field

FOR SOME strange reason, we referred to each other by our "proper" names, Michael and Alan. To everyone else, it was Mike Bloomfield and Al Kooper. In fact, Michael was the only one, besides my family, who called me Alan. If anybody else tried a stunt like that, they'd get a quick slap in the head from me. But when Michael said it, it was somehow endearing and flattering. His brother's name was Allen, and I felt that he was taking me into his nuclear family by calling me by my given name.