When the ancient Polynesians invented surfing, they often used a paddle to help them navigate. Fast-forward a few millennia, and Stand-Up Paddleboarding, or SUP, finds itself trendy again. Part of its increasing popularity is that standing upright allows surfers to spot waves more easily and thus catch more of them, multiplying the fun factor. Paddling back to the wave becomes less of a strain as well. The ability to cruise along on flat inland water, surveying the sights, is another advantage. Finally, its a good core workout. If youre sold on the idea, schedule an intro SUP lesson, free with board and paddle rental, and you may find yourself riding the waves like a Polynesian king.More
In the past 30 years, light artists have reimagined an art form that has always had the ability to turn the night sky, or a simple window, into luminescence. Last fall, the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts turned its southern glass wall into a parade of sound-sensing lights, Lightswarm, that changes with the movements of nearby people and things. Future Cities Lab, the San Francisco design company behind Lightswarm, has originated another notable light sculpture. Located by the YBCA's steps at 701 Mission, Murmur Wall will light up in arresting ways as it incorporates local trending search engine results and social media postings. Onlookers can offer their own contributions, which will feed into the Murmur Wall's data stream and light up the sculpture. What's trending in San Francisco? If you're walking by the YBCA, you can see firsthand — at least through light patterns that reflect the city's volatile internet habits.
Murmur Wall debuts Thursday at 6 p.m. and continues through May 31, 2017, at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, 701 Mission St., S.F. Free; 415-978-2700 or ybca.org. More
The sinews of old San Francisco lie in the water: the posts standing in the Bay mud that supported the docks and piers where the shipping that made the city possible, and later allowed it to flourish, flowed.
White people can't play the blues. Granted, some black people can't play it, either. But most new blues these days is played by white people — talented Austin guitarist Gary Clark, Jr., is one obvious exception — and most blues these days utterly sucks. Blame it on a malady we'll call White Blues Syndrome: Ninety-five percent of the time, if you give a pale-skinned guitarist, singer, or saxophonist a blues progression to play over, they'll treat it like a compulsive tagger treats an unmolested swath of bathroom stall. They scribble their self-importance all over it. They spray notes like a piss-happy baby whose diaper just came off. Even blues guitar greats of the caucasian persuasion, like Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, and Stevie Ray Vaughan, have used the form as a chance to exhibit their ability to wank: Look at me solo! I can play fast! I can spit out so many notes you can't even keep track of them all! Aren't I awesome?
But wanking off is not playing the blues. The blues — if you will allow this white, twentysomething, blues-obsessed writer to lecture you on such a deep and mythical topic — is about feeling. That's what it's called the blues. Yet because a I-IV-V chord progression is the easiest thing in music to improvise a solo over, the blues has been treated, since around the mid-'60s, as a backdrop for musicians to show off their technical skills.
A lot of people hate the Black Keys now that their music is liked by the masses and played on the radio and performed in places like the 25,000-capacity Oracle Arena. But here's the thing about the Black Keys: Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney have never called themselves a blues band, yet they've always understood that the essence of the genre is communicating a feeling, not showing off a skill. This rock duo has done a better job of howling the blues with honesty — or least not fucking it up royally — than any other blues-influenced band of their time, including the arty, ironic, and often wank-inclined White Stripes.
Go back and listen to "Thickfreakness," the title track off the Keys' second album. You'll notice plenty of that nebulous yet essential quality that musicians call "feel." Much of that comes from Carney, the way he's so far behind the beat that it sounds like he's drumming from another time zone. Playing behind the beat is a crucial ingredient of the blues, yet it's one that few players — especially white ones — seem to understand. (The late Levon Helm was another white drummer who excelled at lingering way behind the beat.) In his fascinating autobiography, jazz great Charles Mingus describes imagining a circle in time around each beat, and says each player should produce their note at some point along that circle, never exactly on the beat. The great bluesmen, whether white or black, all understood this.
Rhythmic nuances are essential to the feel of the blues. But the worst aspects of White Blues Syndrome come from indulgent guitar players and singers using every opening in the music to vomit out a solo or lead — the very opposite of nuance. Since they spent years with only three sonic tools at hand — guitar, voice, and drums — the Black Keys don't often take indulgent solos, and they understand the value of negative space. Auerbach's guitar leads tend toward simplicity, favoring melody over noodling, largely because while soloing he had to keep the rest of each song going. His influences help: Auerbach derived his style from venerable blues minimalists like Junior Kimbrough, R.L. Burnside, and Robert Nighthawk, who all play a lean, rhythm-based form very different from the self-conscious stylings that spew out of players affected by White Blues Syndrome. Also key to this overall feel: Auerbach's voice, whose grainy depths summon serious anguish.
Some think the Black Keys have lately traded away these strengths. The band's highly regarded 2010 album, Brothers, was a slow-moving, dark-hued masterpiece, but last year's Danger Mouse-produced El Camino is the closest thing to a pop album the Keys have ever made. First single "Lonely Boy" is basically a classic rock jingle, and its popularity has helped make the band huge enough to play arenas. "Gold on the Ceiling" rides an upbeat, blues-lite groove. "Little Black Submarines" is a slow-building epic à la "Stairway to Heaven," with all the Led Zep drama but without the annoying pomposity.
These songs stray from the minimalism of the Keys' early work. And admittedly, they lack some of the homegrown charm of albums like Thickfreakness, which was recorded over one 14-hour session in the band's basement. But El Camino sees the Keys sounding as good or better than they've ever sounded before: hookier, more upbeat, and just more fun. The blues is a few layers down, but it's still there, restraining Auerbach's leads, fueling the sway of Carney's groove, and adding an extra degree of grit to the moaning of heartache and gloom.
Of course, the album's success — the fact that this is no longer a quirky indie duo on a label called Fat Possum, but a widely known rock band on a major imprint — has led to a sort of revolt among the types of people who, five or six years ago, would've been proud to say they liked the Black Keys. Shunning a band for its popularity is almost always dumb, but especially so in this case. Long before they were staples of rock radio, the Black Keys were quietly rescuing one of America's most important musical forms from decades of abuse by overeager musicians, providing a crucial counter example to those who would inflict their self-importance on the music. The Black Keys have evolved, as every artist does. But unlike some of their contemporaries, they're still here. And they haven't come down with White Blues Syndrome yet.
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Sub Pop recording artists 'clipping.' brought their brand of noise-driven experimental hip hop to the closing night of 2016's San Francisco Electronic Music Fest this past Sunday. The packed Brava Theater hosted an initially seated crowd that ended the night jumping and dancing against the front of the stage. The trio performed a set focused on their recently released Sci-Fi Horror concept album, 'Splendor & Misery', then delved into their dancier and more aggressive back catalogue, and recent single 'Wriggle'.
Opening performances included local experimental electronic duo 'Tujurikkuja' and computer music artist 'Madalyn Merkey.'"