Part One: Shit Needs to Go Down in SF

Between waking up hung over and being at work wanting to go home and drink, it’s too easy to forget that though we’re living an everyday life, it’s in a city rivaled by only a few other big shots. What? There’s New York, Paris, London, Los Angeles, maybe Tokyo still, but dude, San Francisco is right there; and we god damn get to live here! The Owl Mag party at the Mezzanine was a needed reminder that we should stay organized in order to move forward and bring more attention to what we’ve got going on, especially for our music. Talking House rules for throwing their huge SXSW party and taking all our bands over there (and sponsoring The Owl Party). And there are local showcase events; the Homegrown series was really cool (The Owl is going to do something along those lines, I hope). And I hate to swing from his dick, but Aaron Axelsen is holding shit down, proper. I’m not saying we need to become Tool City (LA), kiss ass and sell out, but maybe a 90’s Seattle scene type thing could be fun. Not to talk shit, but I mean, this year’s Noise Pop pretty much went unnoticed, in the sense that it should have had a lot more anticipation, maybe a break though band or two, or people being sad when it ended and excited to experience next year’s.

So far, I haven’t said jack shit, I’m just blowing smoke. It’s not just a having “our power unite” issue, first, it’s the music and probably listenership, and that’s offset by the way music is prepared and served, and then it all comes down to money. The peanut gallery speaks; so what the hell do you think?

Join me for Part Due: A Lot of Good Music, but Nothing I Really Give a Shit About

- The Mari