Found Objects

I was going through some old drawers the other day and found an old matchbook that  brought back a lot of memories. rockcity

You see, in a past life I was a young Jarhead exiled to the far reaches of Northern Okinawa and living on a small base called Camp Hansen. Just outside the gate was the little town of Kin or Kinville as we called it. There were three things you could do in Kinville: Get some great yakisoba, Get drunk and ROCK OUT. Kinville had a number of bars and among them some “rock houses”. These bars had enormous sound systems and a big screen TV so you could punish your eardrums, drown your liver and watch Mad Max 100 times without ever once hearing the soundtrack. You would either stumble in carrying your own albums under your arm  (yes kids…albums!) or choose from the vast collection at the bar.  The Rock Houses  competed for customers by promising the loudest, earth-shattering audio in the town. You were not disappointed in these places. They were mind-numbingly, teeth looseningly loud. My favorite was the Club Look. They were nice folks , the stereo was awesome and they played old surf movies as opposed to Mad Max!

So, having these memories flood back, I went up to my closet and dug out my old photo album:

Looking through the album was strange I remembered so many faces but so few names. But…let’s stick to the subject: Kinville and it’s bars! Here we go:

The Streets of Kinville: Roving packs of Marines and the stench of sewage mixed with the enticing odor of Yakisoba!

The Streets of Kinville: Roving packs of Marines and the stench of sewage mixed with the enticing odor of Yakisoba!

It's like Vegas, only not.

It’s like Vegas, only not.

This was my place. The Club Look. Brace your eardrums, Bridget.

This was my place. The Club Look. Brace your eardrums, Bridget.

A bar: Don't piss of the guy in the middle.

A bar:
Don’t piss of the guy in the middle.

I almost forgot, one of the bars was in an actual cave. I hate to think how many Japanese soldiers hugged grenades on this spot many years before.

The Cave!

The Cave!

Give me a Scotch and Seven, Batman

Give me a Scotch and Seven, Batman

And here’s what the matchbook advertised

One name I remember: Larry DeStephano. What a character!

larry

Adios!

Rich Powell

I'm an artist/illustrator residing in a small, North Carolina town. I worked for a few years as a conceptual artist and art director in the computer game industry but set off on my own to freelance. I currently do humorous illustration and cartoons for publications such as MAD Magazine and Highlights for Children.

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8 Responses

  1. doris eichelberger says:

    Ah, me.  There’s so much about you we need to know.  Perhaps you should start your memoires?  Or at least keep a journal.  Seriously, thank you.  IKE

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  2. Speaking of the caves my dad earned the bronze star and the purple heart on Okinawa, WWII, U.S. Army. His descriptions of the caves and the fleas they held used to scare me to death.

  3. Albert says:

    Dang, I loved Club Look! Was it Mike and Chiko that ran that place? I was with 9th Engrs 82-83 Camp Hansen.

  4. Worthington says:

    Yep, I was there (Camp Hansen) back in 1995. Drinky drinky girls. I remember some of my friends coming back on base one time and said, “It’s a good thing you didn’t go with us to Kinville last night, we had a demonic encounter.” They were really freaked out, till this day, I still wonder what happened. No joke. Other there that, got a rock band together and had a great time. My liver hates me, still.

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