"Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip, Yip-yip-yip-yip-yip-yip, Cam-era!"
Rise and shine, Bay to Breakers crowd! Zip up your pants, peel yourself off the booze-drenched sidewalk and pick the silly string out of your hair.
Monday never fell as hard as this one. We know...we were there snatching the Pabst out of the runaway shopping carts right there with you! Music Editor Jennifer Maerz ran the course from start to finish (maniac!), Layout Editor Audrey Fukuman and myself sailed backwards through the crowd like salmon upstream to bring home some video and our photo team of Mike and Jenny Cash took some fab shots you must flip through. There was a surplus of wacky footage and I feel it my duty to upload the bit where the Breakers crowd simultaneously rocked out to "YMCA." Maybe later today when my ears stop ringing. . .
Our Edward Paik missed the B2B madness, opting to hang with the oyster shuckers at Fort Mason and interviewed festival producer Myles O’Reilly. . .who is apparently a pretty quotable guy. Here's O'Reilly on the oyster as sacred host:
“Like the communion, I remember distinctly where I was, the taste, the flavor. I was worried whether I was going to choke. Was I going to swallow? It was how was it going to taste. The flavor, was it too strong? How can I eat something that is alive?” O’Reilly said. He swallowed and found something beautiful, something different.
“The oyster. There’s nothing in Christianity that comes remotely close to the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster, and any religion for that matter,” he said.
Read Eddie's review, complete with mouth-watering oyster photos, over here.
On Saturday night we caught the tail end of the opening party for Giant Robot's latest gallery, "Tree Show IV." Coming late meant we didn't get to rub elbows with the talent, which sucked, but the GR folks still fed us licorice sticks and pretzels and let us ogle the evil gnomes and other woodsy creatures depicted in many a medium for as long as we liked. Check out our slideshow to see more pieces and if you see something you fancy, do snap it up. A slice of the proceeds go to San Francisco's Friends of the Urban Forest, "a non-profit organization that plants over 1,500 trees a year to keep San Francisco communities green."
Also on Saturday: Ross Drake caught bubblegum rocker Bryan Adams at the Independent and defends the way the soloist continues to tug at his heartstrings:
"Like the original "Dukes of Hazzard," Bryan Adams is, for me, a cherished relic from childhood. I am fully aware that he is neither hip nor artistically relevant, but I'll happily put my 20-year-old copy of "Reckless" up against anything by supposed rockers like My Chemical Romance or The Killers."
Earlier in the day, we ran into Anonymous at Powell Station once again...which made sense since we saw Scientologists pimping L. Ron Hubbard's "Dianetics" in the same area on Friday. Here's one brave pamphlet-passer (we sometimes think Anonymous has too much fun protesting Scientology. But hey, why not?):
Friday night sent Jennifer Maerz to the Independent to see The Dirtbombs, who put on a rock 'n' roll revue to remember:
"Mick Collins was in fine form, belting out most of We Have You Surrounded, a couple hits from Ultraglide in Black, and that classic Gories track, "I Can't Stop Thinking About It." Being the covers lover that he is, though, Collins also threw a curve ball into the set: the crew tackled INXS' "Need You Tonight," prefaced by Collins' sarcastic intro of "This is for all you 'garage rock' lovers out there." Although his music fits squarely in that genre, the dude is always hating on the garage tag wrecking his flow.
The band was in top form for the whole show -- basses and guitar crackling like they were about to short in a giant pool of water, the double-drumming team pummeling out a beat. And in line with the Dirtbombs mantra of putting everything but Collins in pairs, the band played two encores, the second of which ended up as a melee into the crowd led by drummer-on-the-left Ben Blackwell. Tons of fun."
Also on Friday: Andy Wright attended a James Frey Protest led by Jan Frel, editor of Alternet.org, at Slim's. The question is: What was the mace for?
There you have it, the weekend in review.