You could easily separate those leaving Pride from those going to Danzig as I walked along Van Ness. Once in line, I robotically told security as I let them examine my things ‘no, I don’t have any gum or pens or food’ when the guy looked at me and said, ‘I know, I’ve seen you […]
Read MoreWhat follows will not be my best effort writing about APTBS. For that, try this one. My mind keeps going “I’m ok I’m ok I’m ok….everything’s going to be ok“. But my body disagrees. I can’t really pinpoint what is wrong because it changes at every moment…..but it is surely from stress. But there was […]
Read MoreI can remember how hard I fell for A Place to Bury Strangers the first time I heard them a few years ago, and that was only magnified by the first time I saw them live. Since then, I’ve seen several more shows, and somehow my admiration grows every time. While the entire band is […]
Read MoreA last minute invite had me happily returning to The Fillmore for the second night in a row. As I entered the building, nodding at all of the familiar faces that work there, I thought about how I’m going to have to learn a whole new scene in Austin and San Antonio once I’m able […]
Read MoreI guess you could say that it’s somewhat poetic that the week of my return to San Francisco for the last time would be populated by shows from my most favorite bands. However, all I wanted to do is crawl under the covers and sleep. And I don’t usually sleep more than 4 hours a […]
Read MoreWhen I moved to San Francisco in August 2005, I made the decision to do so in about three weeks. My house in Austin sold and I turned in my final paper for my master’s degree. My mom and I flew to SF and found a cute apartment that fit in the living room of […]
Read MoreI was chatting with a friend of mine at a show on Monday, asking him what he had coming up this week. When he mentioned Insane Clown Posse, I wrinkled my nose. He proceeded to tell me about their live show, and in my partially inebriated state, I became intrigued. One thing led to another, […]
Read MoreThis past holiday weekend, in between my own rock ‘n’ roll moments, I could not put down Roxana Shirazi’s newly released memoir, ‘The Last Living Slut: Born in Iran, Bred Backstage‘. After reading the press release and the intro, I expected the book to be one salacious story after the other. But very early on […]
Read More6:05pm: “Come to the back door.” 6:10pm: “Where is it?” 6:15pm: “It’s around the back, in an alley.” 6:16pm: “Off Folsom?” Ring ring. “Jamie- how do you not know where the backstage entrance is to Slim’s? Go around the side”. “Oh.” I walk up to the backstage door and am greeted by my friend Jeff […]
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