When the Pacific Art Collective invited me to read my poetry this summer at this thing called a "PAC Session," I reported to the Hotel Utah to find a bohemian buffet for attention deficit disorder sufferers: two bands, three DJs, a poet, a rapper, and a trio of live painters squashed into five hours. This Friday's "PAC Session" unloads an equally appetizing cornucopia by matching on-the-spot painting and installations from four groovy local artists with backbeats and verse from DJ Daryl Stubbs and poetry slam champion Paradox, plus music from three San Jose reggae bands -- FTB, Firme, and 1999 Bammy winners Monkey. Monkey also played a "PAC Session" last month in San Jose, which singer/guitarist Curt Meacham described as a cool blend of art and tuneage that drew a different crowd than mainstream clubbers. It also provided group members with the chance to check out the artwork between sets. So what did he think?
"Well, the theme was the naked female figure," said Meacham. "So I'd have to say that I enjoyed it all."
"Midnight Mass" goes gory
In the 1960s the movie business was pretty much in the shitter. Television's growing popularity meant more folks were watching The Dick Van Dyke Show than the silver screen, and the film industry was desperate for something new. Its solution? Bloody, nudity-strewn exploitation flicks like director Herschell Gordon Lewis' grisly 1963 Blood Feast. The plot -- which centers around a kooky Egyptian cultist who prepares a buffet out of girlie body parts -- is utterly stupid, the acting subpar. But with its unintentionally silly dialogue, gallons of fake blood, and the still-scary spectacle of glistening animal offal, Blood Feast has remained fun for the more twisted cinéaste. See it tonight, paired with the serial-killer thriller Scream Teen Scream, at Peaches Christ's "Midnight Mass Double Feature" at midnight at the Bridge Theatre, 3010 Geary (at Blake), S.F. Admission is $10; call 751-3213 or visit www.peacheschrist.com.
-- Joyce Slaton
Ominous real-life stories unearthed
Though Allhallows Eve is still about a week away, the creepiest time of the year is starting to sneak up on us. Ring in the season with "True Halloween Tales," a slate of uncanny stories from writers who survived bizarre experiences. Host Loren Rhoads pulled the yarns straight from the pages of her magazine, Morbid Curiosity, so loyal readers may recognize reminiscences like William Selby's horrifying car-crash saga, in which the author was mowed down by a truck full of roadkill that sent a cascade of flattened animal bodies raining down upon him and his mangled vehicle. Shudder gleefully at 7:15 p.m. at the Canvas Cafe and Gallery, 1200 Ninth Ave. (at Lincoln), S.F. Admission is free; call 504-0060.
-- Joyce Slaton
It's not that the amps actually go up to 11, but Portland's Science of Yabra does have specially modified speakers -- modified to be extra loud. Strong influences on these former Santa Cruz boys include Drive Like Jehu and Hot Snakes. Also playing: DOD and 24K Gold, at 10 p.m. at the Hemlock Tavern, 1131 Polk (at Post), S.F. Admission is $5; call 923-0923 or visit www.hemlocktavern.com.
-- Hiya Swanhuyser
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