The steel slats from the bench dig into my legs, and we’re all damp in the air. A thicker layer of water combusts with a breezy diesel, filtering through the odor of overheated trash from the garbage can to my right…and I’m thinking about a few friends who died down here, and the sun’s going low behind down here and I lean back, facing the … Continue reading A Few Rats…and Benjamin Booker…
I saw Ani DiFranco two nights ago at the Fillmore in San Francisco…great show, some songs I’d never heard performed before like “School Night” or “Overlap,” and she was in fine form, striking the guitar so hard during “Napoleon” or “Shameless,” you’d think it might break, and performing new songs that thanks to Youtube, I knew by name already, “Careless Words,” “Genie,” and more…and none … Continue reading Reflecting on a show: Ani Difranco…
Last night I attended a little shindig put on by Down, a great band from New Orleans. Great show. Knew all the songs. Got some bruises. A lot of spilled beer. I suppose that’s all I need to say about it and if it had been a normal night, maybe that’s all I would…but when I got home after the show, a quick eight block … Continue reading Down: A little New Orleans in San Francisco…
I woke up this morning in San Francisco, stumbled to the coffeemaker and then to my desk…and after turning on the computer, I put on the latest release by GoatWhore, one of New Orleans finest metal bands and leaned back in my chair. Coffee was good, not chicory good, but certainly Peet’s good. I heard shouting from the street, then police sirens and I turned the … Continue reading It’s a love/hate thing…now featuring GoatWhore!
Best of luck to everyone in New Orleans over the next couple of days…in my thoughts. More to come… PJ Harvey -The Words that Maketh Murder And she ain’t talking about Steve Newhouse killing the Times-Picayune. Have a nice day. Continue reading Across the bow…
When it comes to… …disaster aid, clean air, clean water, financial regulation, voting rights, health care, Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, food stamps, mortgage reform, banking reform, union support and collective bargaining, jobs programs, unemployment insurance, infrastructure repair, fairness in taxation, energy assistance, coal, natural gas and oil industry regulation, overall environmental concerns including endangered species and especially global warming, state and national parks, wildlife refuges, storm monitoring, food safety … Continue reading The GOP’s final solution…
Yep, working the Adult Crisis lines tonight all by my lonesome, waiting for the phone to ring in an office building I’ve known off and on for twenty years, and thinking about being elsewhere…just missing a late night walk up Polk Street to California, take a right and climb up and over Nob Hill to Kearney, then take a left and run it straight up to … Continue reading Wistful night on the crisis lines…
Ah, screw it…have fun…at the 12 Bar in New Orleans Have a nice night. Jello Biafra & The New Orleans Raunch and Soul All Stars – Ooh Poo Pah Doo Create disturbance in your mind… Create disturbance in your mind… Create disturbance in your mind… …Create… Continue reading Always room for Jello…
The living legend…by way of Hermosa Beach and formerly of The Circle Jerks…I give you: Keith Morris. Off! – I Don’t Belong “Your high social caste, privileged friends, you lure me in… But I can’t be your friend. Hit on Miss Liberty, under the cherry tree, drunk on hypocrisy I’m standing in the shadows and I’m pissing in the punchbowl. I don’t belong. Cocktail party, … Continue reading I couldn’t have said it better…so, I won’t.
I used to know a bartender at Molly’s on Toulouse, small bar on Toulouse (duh) between Royal and Bourbon, and I loved the place…small, pool table, open windows to the street…old feel, and it was close enough to Bourbon and all the idiocy contained therein one could step outside for a smoke and look the half block up to watch fraternities, sororities, christianit-ies, stupidities and … Continue reading Bourbon street, war, violence…and hey! Take it down a notch…with Rancid!
Drake Toulouse: Photography and Words 