September 5, 2008

Pointy, low, black-leather shoes that fit me like a glove…

I regret giving away an old pair of shoes that I originally stole out of the back room of the Bitter End about 20 years ago.  These were great pointy, low, black-leather shoes that fit me like a glove and I swear enhanced my guitar playing.  I gave them to a kid who recently spotted them at my place.  He took them to the shoe repair and I swear these shoes have made his blues blasting solos better as well.  I’ve wondered if I would know when it was I’d be passing the torch.  Christ, I think it’s happened.

Submitted by: Carlisi

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