Meanwhile, in other comeback news, Maureen McCormick -- aka Marcia Brady -- wowed Bunch devotees at the Powell Street Wherehouse on Saturday afternoon, where she shilled her new country album (don't ask). Not that Samples saw her. Samples' other correspondent (me!) managed to miss every event she had planned her humble life around, which included begrudgingly giving up a promised Green Day ticket so an amigo could bond with his new boyfriend as openers Pansy Division rocked the Henry J. Kaiser Auditorium Saturday eve. Ironic, seeing as a bunch of homophobic yahoos reportedly crawled out of the Bay Area's queer-friendly woodwork to harangue our Nine Inch Males. Thankfully, Pansy Division and Green Day both managed to cut them down to size. That same night, at the Kilowatt, Tarnation impressively opened a sold-out show for Japan's Angel'in Heavy Syrup, but the Angels' lovely dream-rock strains (and the sweaty heat) caused a companion to swoon -- literally. We left before she hit the floor. So a copy-desperate Samples forced herself out of a sickbed Monday night for George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars, who put on quite a party at Bimbo's: Over 20 costumed musicians onstage ... Dr. Funkenstein promising to "lick your funky emotions" ... interstellar guitar jams ... lots of white guys dancing. Great fun until an apparent Kaiser refugee grabbed Samples' left one and said, "You look how I feel." Sexist?
By James Sullivan, Sia Michel
