Google Search
Pictures
Your favorite spunktronic rock-n-roll band is back at SF’s legendary Connecticut Yankee Friday May 8th. Been a while since we’ve rocked this iconic Red Sawx chowdahead hideout in Potrero Hill - or any bah in SF. Come get your boogie on, soak up the down home vibe, chill on the back patio - whatevah yah plehjah, you’d be wicked retahded to miss this pahty.
Friday May 8th @ 9 pm
Connecticut Yankee
100 Connecticut St @ 17th (Potrero Hill - EZ parking, and the 22-Fillmore stops out front)
http://www.theyankee.com/
opener: Jeremy’s new band Animal Farm
Here’s a nugget from the arsenal to spice things up -
SF is still coming to grips with the mournful death of Castro-centric Halloween. To help the community thru this bewildering void, this year we put on capes and saved Halloween by playing a house party at Shirey’s place in the Mission. Unfortunately we never set up the mic to record, and seems that hardly anyone took any pictures or video.
This video of a random stroll from the front driveway into the belly of the bash is about all we’ve seen for media from that night. Where are your secret video stockpiles people?
San Francisco gets high marks for its execution of citywide day-partying: Carnaval traverses the Mission, North Beach Jazz Fest invades 20+ bars, Love Parade takes over Market St and Civic Center, Blue Angels prompt bbqs on every rooftop, KFOG Kaboom is visible and audible from every vantage point and car stereo, Haight St Fair overflows into the panhandle and GG Park, Burning Man Decompression makes Dogpatch visible from the moon, etc. But Bay2Breakers is the one debaucherous day to rule them all, cutting literally and figuratively across the entire city’s topography and demography, creating the biggest, most-inclusive, and most definitive annual day-party in the city. If not the country.
Naturally, the RJX has tried to do its part to contribute…
Ron Jeremy Explosion one night stand with mamaSutra - saucy… Fun show, though we never really settled into our groove, as was often the case with shorter pre-midnight SF gigs where folks were just beginning to get their drink on as we’d head off stage. No audio from the night emerged from the multi-step digital encoding/trimming/compressing process.
This was our last of a half dozen shows at the Tongue & Groove, and probably came off as smoothly as any of them. And by “smoothly” I mean we only had one memorable instrument meltdown (Aaron’s bass lost power early in the set), most of the mics worked, and I think no one wanted to strangle anyone else on stage during the performance. Success!
We loved the scene at this place, but the logistics of the power set-up/break-down for the 45-minute set sandwiched with two other bands never suited our style. We’d be barely warmed up, Andy’s mic would finally be on, Mike would finally manage to tell the guy running the soundboard that he couldn’t hear anyone in his monitors… and then we’d be getting the boot off-stage for the next band. Ah San Francisco.
Can’t beat Johnny Lee Hooker’s personal clubhouse for style. Red velour curtains, intelligent lights, and in-house Hammond B3 organ baybee! Kickass sound system to boot, but no dice letting us record ourselves… something about protecting the boom boom brand. Little did they know we’d be selling out arenas and lifting up anyone who’d ever associated with us within two years.*
* may not have actually come true
This was the first (and only) time we played the Elbo Room, which at the time was another hub of the SF jam scene alongside the Tongue & Groove and Last Day Saloon (R.I.P. to both). A fun enough show, we played this as a fund-raiser for a friend of Whirr’s who’d allegedly survived a near-lethal infection slicing sushi and was way deep in medical debt. Don’t know if it was recorded… if it was, it wasn’t stimulating enough to survive the extraction-to-mp3 process.
This was our first Yankee gig, first encounter with the legendary Fritz, and the first time we worked with a promoter (Satisfied Productions). Beyond that, wouldn’t say it was a top-shelf show - being the opening act, playing a short set, never really loosening up and letting things rip. But it felt a little like we were taking our game up a notch with a badass headliner (Eric McFadden Trio) and a promoter. Nice to have someone else do the promo art for once!
mp3: Timbalito
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!