The FIne Line Music Cafe

Me, Bill, and a Pimp Named Goldy

We’d like to thank Mark McManus for today’s story. I was working as a doorman at the Fine Line in Minneapolis, on a night when EL Vez was playing, back in the early 90s. I noticed our girl at the ticket booth turn away Bill, his two kids, Ahmad Rashad, and some other sports figure […]

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