SF: New Yorkers do The Bridge
The night we rolled up to San Francisco's El Rio, there was something special happening at the karaoke bar next door that included the *most* earnest and painful rendition i have EVER heard of a most unfortunate Neil Diamond song. And I've been to MANY karaoke nights in my day.
El Rio has a cozy backspace and the evening's four bands piled into the narrow room with all our equipment - it was us, Help Yourself (rock-out, their second show EVER, and thanks SO MUCH to emil et al for hosting us for two days!),
Trannysaurus Sex (whose name we clearly love to post places and whose performance was highly entertaining and energetic, and Scarletto (excellent trans/feminist hip hop)- to set up for the show. This was a fabulous bill of v nice and refreshing queer musicians who we were really excited to connect with.
Jews for a Free Palestine came out with t-shirts and materials -
thanks so much to Amie and Mer and everyone else who came to rep their awesome anti-occupation work in the bay area. After the show, we returned to Emil's where we unwound and met the adorable cats. We slept really well and VERY late in the incredibly temperate SF-nighttime air.
I think I need to come clean about a slightly underwhelming experience on the Golden Gate bridge. We were all pretty excited to traverse the legendary orange majesty and sing the full house song, natch. It was 6:30 on a Saturday and we were suddenly plunged into standstill traffic. There are only so many times you can sing "Whatever happened to predictability..." without wanting a little bit to die. We finally got onto the orange part and realized that, lo, you CAN'T
SEE THE BAY through the orange bars. we were, at this point, confused. We turned around after about an hour in traffic and realized that, lo and BEHOLD, we had to pay a FIVE DOLLAR TOLL to return. we did, very resentfully, and took a series of bridge-frustration-self-portraits. as we sailed by it at the speed of an ill snail, we noted it would probably be beautiful if we could pull off at the 'scenic view' point (which was marked with a 'full' sign) and watch the sea lions.
finally, ian traded in her old amp for a new one in a tiny SF music store. we are all really excited about the new sound this will yield, and about the process of becoming, collectively, an ENORMOUS music nerd. (also, of course, we ate two great breakfasts. goes without saying.)
Below are our photos from the aforementioned Golden Gate Bridge experience. Please note the underwhelmed-ness.
El Rio has a cozy backspace and the evening's four bands piled into the narrow room with all our equipment - it was us, Help Yourself (rock-out, their second show EVER, and thanks SO MUCH to emil et al for hosting us for two days!),
Trannysaurus Sex (whose name we clearly love to post places and whose performance was highly entertaining and energetic, and Scarletto (excellent trans/feminist hip hop)- to set up for the show. This was a fabulous bill of v nice and refreshing queer musicians who we were really excited to connect with.Jews for a Free Palestine came out with t-shirts and materials -
thanks so much to Amie and Mer and everyone else who came to rep their awesome anti-occupation work in the bay area. After the show, we returned to Emil's where we unwound and met the adorable cats. We slept really well and VERY late in the incredibly temperate SF-nighttime air.I think I need to come clean about a slightly underwhelming experience on the Golden Gate bridge. We were all pretty excited to traverse the legendary orange majesty and sing the full house song, natch. It was 6:30 on a Saturday and we were suddenly plunged into standstill traffic. There are only so many times you can sing "Whatever happened to predictability..." without wanting a little bit to die. We finally got onto the orange part and realized that, lo, you CAN'T
SEE THE BAY through the orange bars. we were, at this point, confused. We turned around after about an hour in traffic and realized that, lo and BEHOLD, we had to pay a FIVE DOLLAR TOLL to return. we did, very resentfully, and took a series of bridge-frustration-self-portraits. as we sailed by it at the speed of an ill snail, we noted it would probably be beautiful if we could pull off at the 'scenic view' point (which was marked with a 'full' sign) and watch the sea lions.finally, ian traded in her old amp for a new one in a tiny SF music store. we are all really excited about the new sound this will yield, and about the process of becoming, collectively, an ENORMOUS music nerd. (also, of course, we ate two great breakfasts. goes without saying.)
Below are our photos from the aforementioned Golden Gate Bridge experience. Please note the underwhelmed-ness.
posted by The Shondes at 12:55 PM
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I think I need to mention that the amp that was purchased/traded for broke before it's debut in The Shondes even started, requiring me to buy new speakers and new "filter caps" for it. Thanks SO MUCH to Brian and everyone at Old Town Music in Portland, OR who fixed the amp in less than a day, which means a ton when you're on tour.
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