Derelict Junction

Providing missile launch codes for foreign cryptographers everywhere.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Keep on Rocking in the Inner Sunset...

Friday's French Athletic Club show was a complete success. Despite Matt's insistence that he was out of tune for three consecutive songs (perfectionist rock star!!), it all sounded great to my tone-deaf self. Even their cover of David Bowie's "Space Oddity", which I honestly didn't think would go over well in a bar full of drunken USF guys, was received quite well.

The highlight of the evening for me was the very first song, which would have tickled the post-punk fancy of any Village Voice music critic, lamenting the demise of CBGB's. From there they displayed much versatility with a collection of original and cover songs, culminating with a fantastic rendition of The New Pornographers's "The Slow Descent into Alcoholism", very appropriate.

Going to see a friend play is always a delicate event. For if it goes poorly, no one wants to feign compliments and enthusiasm, but none of that needed to be employed following the FAC show. All associations aside, it was legitimately a very good rock show, with a killer foose-ball tournament back at Matt's place afterwards.

Bravo, Frenchies!

Monday, July 25, 2005

"I don't need no instructions to know how to Rock!"

Speaking of which, Matt's band, French Athletic Club, is playing their first and last show this Friday night at the BlackThorn Tavern on Irving between 9th and 10th.

I've seen first hand his focus on rocking this week and it's gotten me rather scared. I fully expect to get totally rocked out. In fact, I bet he comes out and rocks harder than I even thought possible to rock. He's assured me they have their rockin boots on and will rock the roof off that mutha.

So don't miss it! Don't be reading about it the next day in the papers and lament that you missed French Athletic Club's inaugural/reunion/farewell show all in one night.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Favorite Recent Quote...

Not to harp on a certain post-punk band from Minnesota, but according to Spin magazine's article of the 100 Best albums of the past 20 years, Hüsker Dü's New Day Rising came in at #13. Along with the standard synopsis, Spin recounted how the band brought their previous album, Zen Arcade, to Henry Rollins's punk label SST.

In drummer Grant Hart's words, "Rollins was walking around in shorts, squeezing pool balls -being a big Frankenstein. We were thrilled with the record but he was all, 'This is a collective, you gotta get off your high horse.'" What makes this scene so perfect is knowing how perfectly Henry played the meat-head record producer, flexing the muscles on the side of his jaw with dissatisfaction.

Summing up their relationship with SST records, Hart said,
"Compared to the other punk bands, we felt like the student teachers in a class full of retards."

Oh snap!

And if anyone is still unclear about earlier assertions, this should help:
Hüsker Dü

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Yo Canada!

Well, now I can say I've been kicked out of a bar in French!

Here's a Montreal picture report, which I know Freitas loves:

First, the view from the hotel-
Here's Matt messing with locals:
Olympic Stadium (or the House that Javier Vasquez didn't build):
Matt's Vlad Guerrero impression:
Here's how disinterested I can look going up the Olympic Tower:
Here's the view on the way up the Olympic Tower:
Finally, here's some of the great modern architecure people told me about:
Here's a list of things I didn't manage to photograph:
  • Patti LaBelle having a breakdown on stage after hearing Luther Vandross had died.
  • The Canadian John Mayer, Ron Sexsmith. -That's not a stage name, either. I wanted to buy a T-Shirt that said, "I got Sexsmithed at the Montreal Jazz Fest", but they wasn't a merch table!
  • The hotel plant that made it's way into our room, just "to party with the Americans."
  • Fine FauxFrench Cuisine.
  • The Underground City.
  • Smoked Meat Sandwiches.
  • The weak, government regulated mixed drinks. Sure, you have universal health care, but at what price?!
  • The bush-league Montreal casino that I managed to fleece to the tune of $170 Canadian (= Cab fare back to the hotel).
  • Old Montreal, with all its age-old tourist traps.
  • 2 full blocks of Montreal Chinatown.
All in all, the trip was great, but I knew deep down there was a catch. On the way back, our connecting flight out to Toronto was delayed, causing us to miss our connection to SF, the last flight to SF of the night. We ended up flying to Vancouver, sleeping in the airport, and taking the first flight to SF at 7AM Tuesday morning.

-Meaning I went straight from SFO to work after "sleeping" in an airport. Looking back, a small (but miserable) price to pay for such a fine weekend.

Friday, July 01, 2005


I'm heading off to Montreal this morning. It's a bit of a strange story, my buddy Matt entered some contest on-line with the SF Weekly and won a trip to the Montreal Jazz Festival. Since he and his girlfriend recently split, he asked me to go with. Outrageous Fortune indeed!

Thing is, we have a bunch of tickets to the Jazz Festival (which I'm told is one of the leading Jazz festivals in the world), but neither of us really like Jazz. We actually looked into selling our tickets to someone who will appreciate it and this year's big draw, Mark Knopfler, is fetching $160 Canadian on-line. What the hell? -He probably won't even play "The Sultans of Swing", too!

So here's the plan: dump the tickets and head to the comedy clubs and small music venues. We're told there's a casino there, but it's all Monte Carlo, so they expect you to dress up and play Baccarat. I'll just see how much discounted Montreal Expos merchandise I can stuff into my bags and sell to sports collectors back in the states.

See ya next week!