Sin-é was one of the first venues Spain played outside of California. I was twenty-seven years old. It was a sweltering night in the middle of summer. We were dressed in suits. The tiny cafe was packed. “We’re from Los Angeles,” I announced. “You look like it,” responded an audience member. Mr. Doyle reminded them to leave tips for us in a jar. Afterwards, a nervous-looking woman in a red dress bypassed the jar, put a twenty dollar bill directly in my hand, and left. Rest in peace, Shane Doyle, and thank you for the memories.
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