I call this shot “Aragon Morning After.” It was taken the morning after a big triple show. The air was dank and heavy this day. The whole street smelled of stale beer, as if the neighborhood was waking up after an all-night party. One lone man is solemnly picking his way through the litter of the merry=makers from the night before. The Aragon typically attracted a young crowd in this era. The Ballroom days were long gone. In the 1970s, the venue was selling out to rock and roll crowds.
