don't let me down

Oh San Francisco, you done it again. Sly fox of a city that you are. Just when things start to slide downward, you pick us all back up, strap us to your back and start doing some crazy shit like we're riding Falkor and the wind is pushing back our hair. (which reminds me- I wonder how those dogs are doing....still wandering the river banks in Grass Valley no doubt.)

Today was, as last Sunday was, pretty fucking good. Began with reading Commedia Dell'Arte plays (always a good way to ring in the Lord's day of rest) and ending with homemade macaroni and cheese and (hopefully) an early to bed time. In between there was:

1) moving that last of it out of the troupe (woohoo...so why is there still so much crap under those cubbies?)

2) eating salad and olives and talking with Dr. X about the magic of The Sunny Sunday and all the places where we liked spending them (like most of our conversations Dr. X's locations were all in Spain and Scotland whereas mine were talking about that one bar, Dominick's, by the law quad...not nearly as magical but, hey, that's what happens when you don't live in Europe, right?)

3) running into Shikki and Char and finally meeting up in Dolores Park where....

4) ...we met up with Dan Dan and Meg and we sat around, drinking beer and whiskey, fiddling around here and there with Dan Dan's guitar (I meant it by the way when I said I want a copy of you singing that Feist song. I think Dr. X would agree.)

5) there was a competing group of guitar-wielding individuals of whom we a little bit envious because they had two or three guitars and they were singing louder than us. Then, miracle of miracles, a delegate found their way to us suggesting that we combine our musical powers and be as one. So we did. And we were. And by the time the sun had long slipped away past Hipster Hill there were tons of us sitting around the circle singing The Beatles and Fleetwood Mac and Joni Mitchel and Janis Joplin. It felt really fucking good. Not nearly as good in the re-telling but I know that the whole world understands that feeling of smiling at a stranger and knowing you're singing the same song.

The delegate kept saying how this was "the New San Francisco" which made me think about how, in general, our generation seems to feel a bit lost. A little too isolated with our i-Pods and laptops and while I'm not saying get rid of them, I'm also saying that we're too reliant on that thing that our parents were able to come up with. Constantly settling back and living off of the laurels of our countries now old and now subverted cultural revolution and feeling good closing ourselves off from the possibility of a new one. So I agree. This is the start of the New San Francisco. And hopefully the new everything. Hopefully our generation is starting to get sick of it. And let themselves be sucked into some silly music circle and see what it feels like to do something different.

ps: here's the myspace page of one of the guitar-wielding bunch. I'm all for supporting local bands...even if none of them do house shows. (but really...someone...do a house show please)
http://www.myspace.com/kiddcook