Music + Nightlife
Bhi Bhiman strummed out a perfectly executed set to a packed crowd at the quaint Hotel Utah. His set included a couple previews from his forthcoming album, quite a few from The Cookbook, and our favorite, a track about how “God is a Warriors fan and Satan loves the Lakers.” There's some hometown pride for you.
Despite the fuzzy sound quality, Bhiman rose above it to deliver a solid set, keeping fans entranced by his voice for an entire hour. Overall, it was a great opening to a great evening and with strong vocals and lyrical originality, we predict Bhi Bhiman will soon be toppling over venues this size. He's definitely someone to keep your eyes on.
The local folk pop scene continues to produce. SF's own Papercuts is popping up all over the indie blogosphere thanks to Jason Quever's penchant for warm tones, hypnotic pants and old school analog production. With a new album, You Can Have What You Want (dropping 4/14) and a national tour with another stellar and local group, Vetiver, you should definitely check out the record release party at Cafe du Nord on 4/24 (w/ Finches and Cryptacize).
Post-punk hillbilly radical folkie feminist, anarchist musician Michelle Shocked is now 47 and so were most of her fans at Sunday night’s gig at Yoshi's.
“You can sing along or you can just enjoy your sushi,” she told the crowd who had probably Tivo-ed Desperate Housewives and probably were enjoying their sushi thank you very much.
She and her audience have come along way since Shocked’s days in San Francisco’s hardcore punk scene squatting with MDC and hanging with the Dead Kennedys.
We walked in a few minutes late to the much-anticipated stringed line-up last night at Café du Nord not really expecting much. We were greeted with the romantic, whimsical melodies from The Cello Man aka Matthew Schoening. Alright, we ponder, this should be a pretty chill evening. But man, were we wrong.
The Cellos and bass are weary from dragging their large bodies around. Likewise, the percussion instruments are beat.
(They had employed xylophoniness and cymbalism, you see). Such orchestral shenanigans bare the distinctively peculiar mark of Lemony Snicket, the pseudonymous author whose name is synonymous with macabre mayhem for the younger crowd.
It has come to our attention that the Department of Alcoholic Beverage Control is threatening our beloved DNA Lounge with some legal troubles that, if successful, will shut it down permanently. Where will we go for our bimonthly Bootie parties or the grungy industrial evening of Meat? With the Grinch of nightclubs now upon us, the future is so uncertain.
Basically the background beef is this:
*DNA Lounge tried to convert their 21+ liquor license into an all ages full retaurant establishment in order to fully explore the live music scene.
*Their application is denied by The ABC for no apparent reason.
At Tom Jones’ packed show at the Warfield on Saturday night, it took all of three songs for the first pair of women’s underwear to be thrown on stage, proving once again that the 68 year-old Welshman was still irresistible to the ladies.
For the closing night of Noise Pop 2009, Les Savy Fav, The Mae Shi and The Drums played a mayhem-riddled show at Mezzanine.
First of all, if you were in town, you know it was raining (and has been raining and there's no end in sight. Hopefully, of all the impending doom, at least we might not have a drought.) I was in no big rush to leave my cozy apartment, but I'd seen Les Savy Fav before with The Faint and remember them as a whole load of crazy fun, so I rallied.