...and I really loved that famous one on the water in (I think) Hermosa? or was it closer to Redondo? or farther north? it had several rooms, some art (I think for sale) and boasted that it had been a Kerouac hangout? I was there in '96 or '97 and I know it closed a few years later. it was right near a famously excellent coffee place...
I have maybe spent three days in the beach cities in all the years i have lived here. it might have been the Lighthouse, a club Kerouac did frequent. Back in the 60s in SF, I met Neal Cassady, about a month before he got killed by the train in Mexico when he passed out on the tracks.
The way I heard it he got hit. I can assure you he was enough of a drunk that if the car stalled on the tracks when he was in the condition I met him in, he would have just sat there.
Tower Records on Sunset.
what was the name of that really cool, old-fashioned little used bookstore right across Sunset from Tower?
Book soup.
thanks, Tom. I hate that feeling of the name of something being on the tip of my tongue but just out of reach...
I know that feeling well, which is why Mr. Google is such a close personal friend these days.
...and I really loved that famous one on the water in (I think) Hermosa? or was it closer to Redondo? or farther north? it had several rooms, some art (I think for sale) and boasted that it had been a Kerouac hangout? I was there in '96 or '97 and I know it closed a few years later. it was right near a famously excellent coffee place...
I have maybe spent three days in the beach cities in all the years i have lived here. it might have been the Lighthouse, a club Kerouac did frequent. Back in the 60s in SF, I met Neal Cassady, about a month before he got killed by the train in Mexico when he passed out on the tracks.
it's not the Lighthouse, but it's just around the corner, on the narrow street with actual traffic.
I didn't realize NC was hit by the train...I'd thought he just stopped breathing when he was stalled on the tracks.
The way I heard it he got hit. I can assure you he was enough of a drunk that if the car stalled on the tracks when he was in the condition I met him in, he would have just sat there.