I have a pretty strict policy of not using found photos or postcards that might identify someone. So, usually no photos with people. I’m not surprised when I get an email from a sibling, son, daughter, wife or husband identifying their loved one in a photo. That makes me, well, uncomfortable.
For this post though, all bets are off.
I nabbed the below photo from The First Portland Catalogue from 1979.
And man, it’s a fantastic representation of an era and the year 1979. Wicker, pina coladas, Rupert Holmes, wine, and no AIDS. [Your parents weren't listening to new wave or punk rock in 1979. They dug The Eagles, Bread, white wine and dynamite weed. They are lying if they tell you otherwise.]
From the copy, with addendum:
Key Largo’s atmosphere suggests tropical breezes [cheap coke] and romance [unprotected sex] in the presence of palms, parrots, piano and Pina Coladas. [We promise your mellow won't be harshed.]
Located at 31 NW First Avenue and now houses the Ohm Night Club. Seriously.
Click on the image for larger version:
Hey Regal Beagle. The Key Largo drinks your milkshake.
Body suits, wrap-around skirts, and a Farrah-inspired hairstyle too. All of this is why punk rock got invented.
man-perms. The best.
I used to go to Key Largo, in the late 90’s when Curtis Salgado played there regularly. I was sad when it closed – it had turned into a good place to see local & national blues bands.
I didn’t know about Key Largo’s early history tho – it’s fun to see the picture!