Here are two flyers folks posted over there, showing the breadth and weirdness of the day. Roy Loney and the Phantom Movers (ex-Flamin’ Groovies) with opener Black Flag(!!?!). One can only imagine.
Then there’s these back-to-back bills at the American Indian Center at 14th and Valencia, where I believe an artisanal french toast restaurant now stands (no joke). One night it’s the Circle Jerks; the next night it’s Canned Heat. The hippies hadn’t shuffled off San Francisco’s mortal coil just yet to make way for the punx, and it looks like venues were trying their best to turn a buck or two from both camps.
MANE are a relatively new trio from San Francisco who play a dark, feverish but still quite pop-influenced sort of sparse postpunk, and I like ‘em. They have a new “mini-LP” (actually what we once called a 7"EP) on Cut-Rate Records and you can get your grubby mitts on it here.
You never know what you’re going to find on the interweb. Here’s a year-old track from San Francisco’s SYNTHETIC ID – wonderfully spastic and short jerk-yr-head punk. If my sources are correct, they’re an active band. What do you know about them, if anything…?
I’ve been spending some time recently with San Francisco hippies, checking out the vibe of various 60s pre- and post-summer of love items that I wasn’t that familiar with.
A good intro, if you can wade past the filler, is the 4xCD compilation box set “Love Is The Song We Sing”. It was there that I discovered “Live Your Own Life” by FAMILY TREE, which I’d like to share with you today. Kick off your moccasins and let your freak flag fly.