At mid-morning, Underground 119, Jarekus Singleton’s favorite hometown haunt, is still full
of shadows. Above, at ground level, the rest of the world hustles past on President Street. Down here, it may as well be midnight. It’s not hard to imagine this place as general manager Matt Briggs describes it when Jarekus takes the stage, packed with fans mingling and moving like the vibrant figures in the murals on the wall, a line of people down the
block waiting for their turn to enter.
Originally published in The ‘Sip, Summer 2015