“It’s not too far back off the highway, not so long a ride…” – Chuck Berry
Asbury Park. From glory days to lost city to present day renaissance; music is embedded in its DNA. Whether straight up rock, big band, ethno groove, punk, primitive percussion or 80’s library music. It surrounds Asbury in its sleep; inspiring those who create & perform here to translate those dreams & make them a reality. There’s always swingin, swaying & records playing. A place where loneliness & frustrations can melt away. Legendary since its inception. As will be this tee.
Made using 60% combed ringspun cotton & 40% polyester jersey, the 4.3 oz Next Level 6210 is a solid choice. Pre-laundered to reduce shrinkage and made with a tear away label.
Color: Vintage Black
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Having been rejected from both the Long Branch Speedway and Wall Stadium, this fruity blend of Monte Carlo pool boys, Deal Lake lifeguards, second deck cruise ship karaoke contestants, armchair drag racers and double-dutch runner ups were led by Akron, OH transplant and 1935 Soap Box Derby champion Maurice Bale Jr. With the team assembled at the intersection of Bond and Main Streets in Asbury Park, Bale declared it the gravity racing capital of the nation, even though there was less than a 2% gradient rise. The Bond St. Boxcar Racers were a fusion of its captain’s engineering genius and their limited economic means; utilizing left over balsa from the high school wood shop, stolen rod collars and borrowed steering wheels.
The APFC legend could almost be fiction. The fashion house passing as a home, the harem passing as a family, the lead designer who’s still attending middle school. The dream. The con. The end. APFC inhabits the same Asbury landscape as Elmore Leonard’s characters; taking equal measures of inspiration from Rudy Ray Moore’s Dolemite and Huggy Bear from Starsky & Hutch. Drawn to the underground and fancying themselves rogue entrepreneurs, the APFC label operates somewhere in the space between money laundering outfit, cult and driving school.
Fueled by the financial drippings of Neptune number runners and boosted by the next door neighbors of Hall of Fame coach Vince Lombardi, The Cookman Ave Kickball Club offered athletic asylum for a rising crop of rogue soul men, Pine Barrens vocal ensembles and federal witness protection program members. Helmed by a friendly consortium of hustlers, parole officers and former pee wee gridiron giants – this club, led by Dr. Jerry Allen, the godfather of the South Side of Toms River kickball scene, grabbed the Asbury kickball city title for three years running circa ’68-’70.
Mix ex-Rolling Stones road manager Jo ‘Joe’ Times, Don King prison chauffeur Wentworth Otha Adams, former Con Funk Shun drummer Louis A. McCall Sr and a one-time steward of a coveted Jet Magazine delivery route. Combined they made for an Asbury Park late 60’s North Side table tennis success story. Coached by Bell Labs engineer EJ Ackerman and fueled with insurance money from a recently overturned Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham, the team participated in high stakes winner-take-all unsanctioned matches in international waters against teams from Cuba and Algeria. Rumanian General Secretary and noted ping pong enthusiast Nicolae Ceausescu was said to have attended in disguise.