LEFT OF THE DIAL Yoodoo Park is the kind of musician who might make some people — people who didn't find their calling until well into their 40s, or 50s, or 60s, aka lots of people — a little angry.Read more »
Jimmy Cliffis a goddamn maniac. It's about 45 minutes into his 90-minute set at the Fillmore on Saturday night [July 19], and while the sheer volume of ganja smoke in the packed room is making real movement — beyond the standard shuffle/sidestep, white reggae fan head-bob, and occasional 30-second pogo accompanied by the triumphant fist-in-the-air move — seem an insurmountable challenge for most everyone on the dancefloor, 66-year-old Jimmy Cliff is onstage in matching bright yellow-and-red pants, a robe, and a hat, quite literally running circles around everyone. Read more »
Dear readers! In case none of your coworkers has made any kind of Dilbert-ready joke by the water cooler yet today, let us fill you in: It's Friday.
And woof, did this week feel a little long to anyone else? Perhaps because the news is filled with horrendous, tragic, apparently senseless events? I'm not one for the "waah, why do news outlets report on so much bad stuff when there's good stuff in the world" mentality — you should be spurred to anger/sadness/feeling by reading about the state of the world, that's how change happens.Read more »
Everyone knows that true artists do their best work right before deadline. [Ed note: I may or may not be writing this an hour or so before mine.]
Now in its third year, the Music Video Race is an annual San Francisco tradition that takes this dictum to heart, pairing 16 different musical acts with 16 filmmakers for a challenge that makes that "find a flag in the middle of this big fake nose filled with green goop" thing on Double Dare seem like a cakewalk: Conceive, film, and edit an entire music video in 48 hours. Read more »
LEFT OF THE DIAL In a parable that opens one of the best-known speeches by the late great David Foster Wallace, two young fish are swimming along when an older fish passes them. "Morning boys," says the (sentient, verbal) fish. "How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a while, until one of them looks over at the other and says "What the hell is water?"Read more »
San Francisco's Dangermaker is a roughly five-year-old band that has always seemed to deal in the dark arts of the indie world.
Driving hard-rock percussion and moody, anxious guitar hooks (Interpol at their most danceable?) lay a bed for singer Adam Burnett's plaintive wail, which — while Bowie comparisons are hard to live up to (and he gets them often enough) — has a way of sticking around your eardrums; its sense of being haunted comes across as organic, and original yet familiar, pained but very, very strong.Read more »
Hello friends and festival-goers! Did you just get back from High Sierra? Does your hair still smell of patchouli? Are you sad that you actually have to be in the world this week, possibly at a desk, while wearing all of your clothes? (Sexual harassment suits these days, lemme tell you.)
Fret not, fair Bay Areans. A solid few days of music, most of it bred right here, awaits you. Read on for our picks.
LEFT OF THE DIAL How do you address a woman who toured with the Rolling Stones as an opening act, while being chased after by a baby-faced John Lennon? Who had five singles in the Top 40 by the age of 21? Who perfected the beehive hairdo two decades before Amy Winehouse was even born?
"Call me Ronnie," purrs Ronnie Spector, age 70, on the other end of the line. You can almost hear the hairdo.Read more »