The essence of Lilith Riff Raff's favorite pinup, essence -- the poetically lowercased S.F. singer/songwriter/chick-with-a-harpoon -- won a big online contest thingy recently. The prize was the opportunity to open up the first Lilith Fair show on June 19 in Portland, Ore. To essence, we offer our congratulations. To essence's fans, we offer the latest photographic glimpse of essence's personality, tumbling forth like so many curled tresses. (J.S.)
Come Join Us, the Flames Are Lovely Splashing sounds and drums drifted through street-level windows outside the International Center on Oak Street last Saturday night. Curious. Inside, at an event called the "Flambe Lounge," a sea of large hats, neon lights, and clownish attire threatened to drown the conversations about bad dates and good drugs. Six years ago, affiliates of Survival Research Labs began the event as a fund-raiser for the annual Burning Man festival. Then, as now, all proceeds went to the Burning Man project. This year, revelers first met a ticket-taker, then myriad drummers, and finally more male frontal nudity than a high school gym class. A woman wrestled with a pair of 3-foot Day-Glo tentacles and led a stream of aquatic clowns through the wrought-iron entrance, like a Barnum & Bailey train disaster splayed across the Great Barrier Reef. Another woman asked no one in particular who had been to Burning Man. No one in particular answered. "You're all virgins," she screamed. "Burning Man changed my life!" A swelling mass of bodies grew in the main room, dubbed the Builder's Lounge, replete with stage, sculptures, and the wooden arms and legs of the Man. Judging from the character hodgepodge -- suits to ravers -- all sorts of city dwellers still want to be a small part of the ever-widening phenomenon known as Burning Man. Downstairs, bodies lay prostrate at the edge of an art deco pool. Naked partiers frolicked with inflatables; couples coupled secretively in corners. Riff Raff, clothed and uninterested in inflatables or anonymous sex, opted for Jack Daniel's and a visit to an information center-cum-fun house dubbed the Nebulan Abduction Center. A pair of robed attendants with foam hats told us to concentrate on information processed since conception. All we could think of was food; they left us alone and gave us a receipt. The top floor -- home to toilets, Burning Man home movies, and smokers crowded around a window -- housed hippies, hipsters, and partiers, like a rave in the old days, before the club kids developed uniforms: relaxed. At Burning Man, the experiences out on the playa may transform lives, but the "Flambe Lounge" accomplished something smaller: It fueled the faithful; it raised much-needed funds (Burning Man is still noncommercial and unsponsored); and it probably made a couple of converts before the house lights came up around 2 a.m. (R.A.)
It's an (Anniversary) Benefit Tucked away near the intersection of San Pablo and University avenues in Berkeley -- where a steady stream of cars breezes through in a hurry to get somewhere else entirely -- the Freight & Salvage Coffeehouse has spent 30 years tracking and redefining the history of international folk song. Run by the nonprofit Berkeley Society for the Preservation of Traditional Music, the cozy, unpretentious space has provided a regular haven for those who remember acoustic music as a means of expression, not just an Unplugged marketing tool; titans like John Fahey, Utah Phillips, Odetta, and Ralph Stanley have all appeared on the stage in the past year. "Traditional music is music that has stood the test of time," says general manager Steve Baker. "As has the Freight." Spoken like a man who's spent a lot of time filing grant applications, though the upcoming anniversary benefit on June 29 -- the last of four -- might lighten the workload. Appearing onstage is New England singer/songwriter Cheryl Wheeler, locals Tony Marcus and Carol Denny, and country-blues guitarist/songwriter Alvin Youngblood Hart, who garnered multiple Handy Award nominations for his 1996 album Big Mama's Door and who, Baker notes, got his start at one of the Freight's regular open-mike nights. Rare is the coffeehouse that can claim such success. (Mark Athitakis)
Say Good Night Ratso "Always leave 'em wanting more," says Groovie Movie Soundtracks producer "Ratso" Russo, who, after a year, will conclude the KUSF radio show that brought the evil laughter of Vincent Price, the deadly bosoms of Russ Meyer, and the giggly goose-steps of Mel Brooks into our living room every Sunday night with brilliantly compiled scores. The final show will feature the most requested soundtracks of this era, and will air on Sunday, June 28, at 7 p.m. on KUSF-FM 90.3 or on the Net at www.kusf.org. (S.T.)
More News About That Festival That No One Can Pronounce Since April, 41 local Irish and semi-Irish-related bands have been competing for the chance to perform onstage during the second annual Guinness Fleadh tour in San Jose, alongside both international Irish and absolutely-not-Irish-related-by-any-stretch-of-the-imagination artists like X, Chumbawamba, John Lee Hooker, Billy Bragg, Shane McGowan, Sinead O'Connor, and the Chieftains. Out of the local finalists -- Loon, Blew Willie, Bob Bradshaw, Violet, the Jamie Clark Band, and the Mad Hannan's -- the winner is San Rafael's Mad Hannan's, who will be playing on one of the three main stages on Sunday, June 28. Local artists like poet/performance artist Delta O'Hare, the San Francisco Ceili Band, writer Lorcan Keating, actor Paul Barnett, Edinburgh Castle writer-in-residence Alan Black, dancer Darrah Carr, fiddler Marie Reilly, thespian Johnny McMorrough, journalist Bob Callahan, and songwriter Bern will also be performing during Fleadh on the Irish Village Stage. Note:A Riff Raff correspondent in Chicago warns that Fleadh organizers make it tough to find a schedule if you're not willing to shell out $10 for a laminated version. Be prepared. (S.T.)
Riff Raff riffraff: Robert Arriaga (R.A.), Johnny DiPaola (J.D.P.), Karl D. Esturbense (K.D.E.), Jeff Stark (J.S.), Silke Tudor (S.T.), Heather Wisner (H.W.), and Bill Wyman (B.W.). Send Bay Area music news, band stories, or petty gripes to email@example.com, or mail it to Riff Raff, c/o SF Weekly.