My friend, Karl Westerback, is an interesting amalgam of talent and interests: born into a family of Swedish-speaking Finns; a man of refined tastes raised in a blue collar Seattle neighborhood; trained in architecture and now living and practicing in Washington’s San Juan Islands. Years ago I christened him “B. B.” in recognition of his amazing knowledge of alternative rock and The Blues. I’ve imagined Karl as a Blues star in-waiting, and it was with that narrative in mind that I photographed the Sub Shop in Nashville.
