great a strain on your THC-addled attention span, simply wander
outside and keep walking until you get to Hippie Hill in Golden Gate
Park for the drum circle at 3:30 p.m. today. According to the National
Weather Service, the forecast for the park today calls for
fair temperatures, weak sunshine, and mellow vibes for one and all,
even cops and pious folk convinced Jesus has a political stake in the
legal status of a plant. At 4:20 today, there will be much whooping
California Academy of Sciences is free today. There's an aquarium, a
planetarium, a museum of natural history, and a
recreated rainforest standing some four-stories high. Behave
yourselves and don't make the nice security staff throw your punkass
repeated exposure to their live act during my long slog through
clubland L.A. I tell you from bent-eardrum certain: What killed
inside tiny all-elbows venues in Echo Park will most certainly slay
within the dank-crusted walls of the Fillmore. Don't miss.
and bellydance show with Kardash serving up Middle Eastern-inflected
psych rock at 8:30 p.m.
whomp 'n howl, I've found lounging before live baroque chamber
orchestras a gorgeously hallucinogenic experience. Tonight at 8:00
p.m. there's a free program of music at the San Francisco Conservatory
of Music performed by their Concerto Composition winners.
The World Naked Bike Ride starts at Justin Herman Plaza at 4:00
p.m. This is posted as a hallucinogenic safety tip and is no way a
recommendation that readers ride bareassed and stoned through the Financial
District. The Man burns in 136 days, so save it for the playa.
The local arthouse cinema circuit looks to have completely neglected
the doper movie experience on this day of daze. The 3:10 p.m.
screening of Wings of Desire at Pacific Film Archive in Berkeley is
worth a brownie-based epiphany or six, but you'd best save the heavy
shit for Guy Maddin's lunatic faux-Thirties extravaganza The Saddest
Music in the World at 7:30. This movie makes Yellow Submarine look
like a Vitaphone musical.
If you're a romantic boozer under fifty with some illusions left,
you're probably already have tickets to Chris Robinson at the New
Parish. Those over fifty with none at all are likely even now camped
in front of Oracle Arena a few miles away for Rod Stewart.