Hear Blues. Drink Booze. Talk Loud.
February 5, 2008
The other day I was breezing through the bookstore when I saw some guy (an employee, taking inventory) wearing the exact same Kingston Mines t-shirt that I have. I should say had, as my original shirt disappeared years ago. [Topic for separate post: favorite clothing that vanishes without a trace. For that category I would have to nominate my Navy Pea-coat (dammit!) and a beloved, early-80s EPCOT t-shirt...]
For those not in-the-know, Kingston Mines is blues club in Chicago that we used to go to back in the days when you could still get inside such places without too much trouble. It was a real musical (and cultural) education, for sure. I’ve got some stories, but I’ll save those for another time.
Anyway, a couple of years ago I bought a near-replica shirt on eBay, though I still wish I had the original that I bought at Kingston Mines just as it was starting to go big-time commercial. My point is this: you don’t often see these shirts — especially not in Hawaii. I wanted to go over and say ‘hey’ to the guy but didn’t have time as I had to get to class.
