Today we'll be combining my two favorite things.
This was in NYC on the side of a record store attached to the Brill Building. I'm so glad I got this shot because the two times I've been back to the city since then it has been gone, leaving behind a shadowy imprint of what once was. Maybe it's back now, I dunno.
Fremont St, Las Vegas. If I could get a tattoo of this I would in a second, but I'm sure there's no way to do it that wouldn't look stupid.
The Westerner Club on Road Redwood in SLC. If you're fixin' to line dance your trail ends here.
Bourbon St, New Orleans. This pretty much sums up Bourbon St, minus the vomit smell. Don't get me wrong, I love New Orleans. I just want you to be aware that Bourbon St is seedy and tasteless and smells like vomit.