This was the last time we played at our neighborhood haunt the Last Day Saloon. The booking folks were still grumpy with us for not drawing bigger Saturday crowds in 2001 (wtf?) so we were on Wednesday night probation with our livetronic comrades Whirr. I think some emo band was lined up for the following Friday night. Hmm.
Once a mainstay of the SF jam scene, the LDS’s identity crisis continued for another year or so till it eventually sold its soul to the Rockit Room. Blame it on the dotcom bubble burst, changing moods, or just bad taste, this venue’s metamorphosis encapsulated the trouble we were having making a dent in the SF music scene.
But enough retro-hyperbole - mp3s!



















