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Chapter one; who knew?

Tuesday night at James, it's my regular gig, the stage lights in the tacky little night club are set to blue and I set my faded Les Paul on it's stand after another set. The bar has three kinds of beer on tap and two of them are Budweiser, the third is pabst blue ribbon. The crowd is a mix of working lcass kids in their twenties dressed in well worn clothing faded jeans worn with care as they don't often have the money to replace them, around them are the hipster kids. college kids who go to shops trying to nail down the look of the working class. It is the cradle of fashion after all. Remember all those rennaisnce shirts with the poofing around the sleeves and the staggered cuts in them? Yeah it was all an accident. Some noble got his sleeve cut in a duel and tossed the shirt. Some genius took it from the throw aways and matched the cuts so they looked natural on both sides. Within a month a fashion that would last decades was born. I had to giggle when I first saw an