Wednesday's Tommy's night there. One Castro fanatic placed a call from Singapore calculating that the band would just be finishing up the first set. Sure enough, a steaming Thursday morning under troubled tropical skies and the Leon Russell-Freddie King classic Me and My Guitar comes bouncing off the satellites, thundering tinnily through the receiver. Tommy's at Blues on Thursday nights. Blues, just Blues, is another good club for getting close.
Blues gets the young Marina district crowd.
The girls love Tommy, buffed in a tight black T and singing those low-down blues. He's charmingly somehow disarmingly seemingly harmless and essentially lovable. They love it. Tommy played this past New Year's Eve at Blues. Tommy likes his old Strat, the one from Johnny Nitro.