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Put yourself there: Chinatown, Honolulu during and after WWII. Drummer Harold Chang, now 92, remembers jazz clubs all through the neighborhood.
Chang says fine musicians cycled through Hawai i in the military. And the robust entertainment scene, centered in Chinatown, attracted high quality players to the islands.
Good musicians were coming in and going out. In the service, at night they d go to Hotel Street. And jam, you know?
You can still find Honolulu s oldest bar, good old Smith s Union, on Hotel Street. Established in 1934, it opens daily at 8 a.m. In the late 40s, 50s and 60s, Remember international tattoo trend setter Sailor Jerry? His tattoo parlor and others, welcomed patrons, alongside fortune tellers, next to liquor stores, taxi dance halls, and jazz bars on Hotel Street.
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Prentice: Chapter 12
I knew that if I played my cards right, I was in.
I rented a room in Deanville, south of Los Angeles. It was a simple affair, a bedroom, shower and kitchenette above the garage of a retired couple s home. The Bauers charged me by the week, $20 per. Far from fancy, but it d do until I figured things out.
The drive west had been easy, Route 66 most of the way, past the hot dog stands and filling stations and tourist traps, a ribbon of highway dotted with billboards in primary colors hawking soda pop and sunny vacations. Oh, and my first week in Deanville, I had my Deuce painted, Candy Apple Red, just as I d envisioned. You d never recognize it. From rodent to ruby. That ate a big chunk of my cash. So I called my old agent, figuring if I bought a typewriter, maybe I could bang out a mystery or, being in spitting distance of Hollywood and Vine, a script.