Down the Wormhole 17
Sonny Rollins' dentist, basketball, crime, and dogs
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This week: a wild vintage band tee haul, a great crime novel, a very unexpected music joke, Sonny Rollins’ dentist, and more.
The dealer Bullethole Vintage came upon a collection of band merch so rare it feels unholy. He’s been posting them on Instagram stories, with a few, like the above, in his feed. Lots of Mudhoney, lots of Nirvana, and a smattering of Sonic Youth, including something I’d never seen before: shorts. They sold (not to me ☹️), but were white, almost looked like boxer shorts, with Pettibon art on one leg. If you’ve got excellent taste and a lot of money to spare, keep an eye on his Instagram.
A missive from my friend Ged: this signed Sonny Rollins photo in his dentist’s office. Brother Bruce, thank you for your devotion to oral health.
I know people don’t read Deep Voices to learn about “sports” but I loved the