Thursday, July 17, 2003
Even the mellowest of Californians sometimes need a chance to get, well, violent -- an opportunity to shriek, to rage, to fuck shit up. While hammering your belongings with a baseball bat is an excellent way to dispel this tension, we don't recommend it. Instead, work that simmering anger out at Jezebel's Joint, the bar that's brought an incredibly diverse lineup of entertainment to its seamy little corner of Larkin Street. Every Thursday night the Joint offers something for the smash-and-crash crowd with "Road Rash," a club for vehicular aficionados of the two-wheeled variety. With MotoGP racing videos on three screens and the throbbing beat of metal, electroclash, industrial, and driving punk rock from DJs Fernando and Crackwhore, the fast and the furious can leave the stress on the dance floor. "Road Rash" starts at 10 p.m. at Jezebel's Joint, 510 Larkin (at Turk), S.F. Admission is free; call 345-9832 or visit www.jezebelsjointsf.com.
Friday, July 18, 2003
Fire keeps us warm and cooks our food, and it's fun to look at. A flaming torch streaking light against the nighttime sky can be as beautiful and as compelling as a van Gogh painting, though it's usually not accorded the same props -- except at the Fire Garden, a collective that brings together light-and-fire performers and artists to create an evening of illuminated entertainment. The troupe's latest work, Dream, is a cavalcade of bright beauty, including a fire-eating belly dance from Ultra Gypsy, fiber-optic sculptures from Light Fantastic, electroluminescent clothing by Zoe Blue, and a giant Tesla coil that throws off sizzling jolts of electric light. Pyros take note: Dream runs tonight and tomorrow at 8 in the Herbst Pavilion, Fort Mason Center, Marina & Buchanan, S.F. Tickets are $20; call 601-6269 or visit www.firegarden.org.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
"Old-time is not a crime," insist the Crooked Jades, a local Americana band, and we must agree. The Jades love vintage instruments, songs that predate the evil influence of radio, and traditional arrangements of that high-lonesome stuff. You want banjo? They've got your banjo right here: Hawaiian slide banjo, claw-hammer banjo, fretless minstrel banjo, even banjo ukulele. In addition, the quintet plans to show off more fiddle than you can shake a stick at, along with a few original tunes strictly in the historical style -- there's a particularly sweet song about a girlfriend lost in a muddy landslide. It and others appear on the group's latest newfangled recording, The Unfortunate Rake, Vol. 2: Yellow Mercury. The Earl Brothers open at 8 p.m. at the Noe Valley Ministry, 1021 Sanchez (at 23rd Street), S.F. Admission is $13-15; call 454-5238 or visit www.noevalleymusicseries.com.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
It's a play. It's a one-woman show. It's a bunch of people watching a lady talk, play music, and bake cookies. (Later, everyone gets to eat them.) I Look Like an Egg, But I Identify as a Cookie doesn't bother too much with fitting into a neat description, but we can tell you this much: It takes place at a cozy restaurant, and critics from Austin to San Jose are ass over tit about it -- the Austin Chronicle calls author/performer Heather Gold a "bake-happy cyberqueer par excellence." Sure, the cookies don't hurt, but the word on the street is that Gold's show is smart, funny, and packed with crunchy bits of thought-provocation. Eat it up tonight at 7:30 (it continues through July 28) at Chez Spencer, 82 14th St. (at Folsom), S.F. Admission is $15-20; call 646-0924 or visit www.subvert.com.
Monday, July 21, 2003
Not the bunch of sloppy drunks running off at the mouth that it might be in the hands of lesser organizers, ultra-cool storytelling series "Porch Light" is serious about its mission. Arline Klatte and Beth Lisick make sure that the authors, musicians, truck drivers, and others who take the stage here actually do their job: telling stories. Given a different theme each time (past motifs: "Creepy," "Up All Night," and "On the Road"), performers have 10 minutes and get to use no notes or memorization. Only brains and sass can save them up there, and they've had some success at it. In celebration, the theme this time around is "Survivor: Looks Like We Made It," and yarn-spinners include Lee Vilensky, Hai Ning Luan, Laura Fraser, and Tamim Ansary. Live music from Kobald caps the evening. Open those ears at 6:30 p.m. at Cafe Du Nord, 2170 Market (at Sanchez), S.F. Admission is $10; call 861-5016 or visit www.porchlightsf.com.
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
A man's eyes bore into you, demanding your attention, even as your own eyes are drawn to the outrageous hue of his robe. At a show of expressionist David Tomb's mixed-media pieces, you can't look away. Tomb's varied charcoal lines and surprising bursts of color have been compared to the works of Lucian Freud and Alice Neel. All three have produced portraits of friends and acquaintances rather than accept commissions -- a tough choice, and a respectable one. "Ogle," Tomb's current exhibition, showcases carefully rendered faces set off by the loose, unworked quality of the images' margins as well as those amazing, saturated swaths of pure color. The show continues through Aug. 2 at the Hackett-Freedman Gallery, 250 Sutter (at Kearny), S.F. Admission is free; call 362-7152 or visit www.hackettfreedmangallery.com.