Earth Day Weekend is always a good time. It’s the one weekend when we humble San Francisco folk actually pay attention to the earth and all the “bad vibes” chillin high in the atmosphere. Its also an excuse for a whole mess of music, which is something I can definitely get behind. If you know what I mean.
So Rachel, Joe, and I checked out Toubab Krewe at 12 Galaxies on Friday night. Turns out, they were real good time. All instrumental, afro bent, high energy songs, kept me swaying on my feet the whole show. We had a real tasty, but late dinner right before heading over, so internal grooving was all I could muster. It’s these type of insignificant details which I choose to share that endears me to you. I hope.
That and the kick ass sentence fragments.
We spent all of Sunday afternoon hanging in GG Park, checking on the free show there put on by green apple. There were many speakers, including a truly annoying green puppet, talking about all the steps we need to take to save the earth. This, in turn, will save millions of lives. This seems like a great concept. My current dillema is that scientists just went through the hassle of explaining to me the overpopulation is going to kill us all. So, at least in abstract, these two positions are pretty contradictory.
Fortunatly, I didn’t need to get all bogged down by this since there was some sweet sweet music and gorgeous weather. Yonder Mountain provided a great spring day backdrop. Micheal Kang was everywhere (and I’ve seen him in a number of places recently- wonder if he’s living in the bay area now) There was a special segment when on the stage was Bob Weir, Mickey Hart, Joan Biaz, Kang, Jon Fishman, and Tommy Lee (!) playing not fade away together. One for the books.
Yuri’s Night, or “nerd day as NASA”, was one of the most fabulous events I have ever attended. It was the cumulation of extreme geekiness, burning man, circus, and music – both of the jamband and electronic varieties. Much like Burning Man, there were two totally different, yet equally important, parts of the event: daytime and nighttime. There was far too much to learn – so I opted out of most of it. I did see some amazing music projects, discovered that bio-feedback is the coolest thing ever, and learned that exponential population growth is going to destroy us. I’ve started using this last phrase to finish many sentences: “We better get dinner started before the population explosion kills us all.” Its kinda fun, slightly alarming, and certainly annoying, which in turn makes it more fun (for me).
There was lots of great talks, which I missed most of. There was tons of interactive technology and art which I played all day with. There were a couple downtempo artists whom I adore that played in a giant hanger- Zoe Keating, Tycho, and Digitonal. Later this space turned into a full on Rave, featuring acts like Tipper and Amon Tobin. It was looney tunes, I tell you. They even created an amazing chillout space under a giant airplane wing. The whole event exceeded my high expectations. We (Stiners, Tony, and I) arrived when the gates opened at 2pm, and left after midnight (it went till past 2am, and Stina was dancing to Particle most of the way to the car). Elissa did a far more thorough job that I’m going to describing all the things she did. I’m just happy to say that it was AMAZING, and I encourage everyone I know to go next year. The only disappointing thing was when Telestar (a band consisting of Phil Lesh, John Molo, Steve Molitz, and a trumpet duder) did a free-jazz style set that lacked any sort of cohesion. Probably the only time in my life I can walk away from those musicians to go take in a trapeze act.
Here’s a bunch of fantastic photos that Tony took:
The amazing Zoe Keating:
My favorite shot:
I like ballet enough, but it doesn’t hold my attention for long. Unless there is full on break dance fighting, trapeze work, liquid metal, motorcycle tricks, advanced fire juggelry, a flying car, and an entire set spewing out fire, I’ll drift off after a scene or two. Fortunately this interpretation of Firebird was devoid of none of these things.
One of my fellow yoga students actively dislikes it when someone responds “It’s all good” to “how you are doing?” She decided from now on she’ll respond “I am ease with the totalitary of my existence.”
Try it out.
Best seats for a baseball game ever. Thanks Rachel!
Best fried chicken in San Francisco. Thanks Haber!
Best completely random mostly empty bar complete with full jazz band across the stress from post fried chicken ecstasy. Thanks Dog Patch!
Best possible view of the final House of Love Cabaret from outside the house. Thanks Adam!