After witnessing Sleepy Sun's show at Bottom of the Hill last night (my first time seeing them live), I count myself amongst the convinced that San Francisco's newest stars have been born. The band put on a performance that burned into your memory--and your retina, thanks to a film projector beaming white geometric patterns on the band. Sleepy's sound is equal parts Brightblack Morning Light, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, and Black Mountain. It's psychedelic pop, it's droning stoner rock, it's ea
So, we weren't at all surprised to see the above headline, "San Francisco restaurants appeal to Supreme Court." After all, with so many great restaurants to choose from, why shouldn't the local fare be appealing to our highest court? In fact, here's the breakdown: Chief Justice John Roberts: We hear he's a Schnitzelhaus man. Fellow patrons congratulate him on his near-putsch of Barack Obama brought about by stuttering the swearing-in; John Paul Stevens: The man who shares two names with the fath
Joe EskenaziCan we blame Led Zeppelin for this? Ever since the group released In Through the Out Door in 1979, folks have lost all respect for the sanctity of doors (We know, we know, it's bullshit -- but we're seeing if our lawyer can get a settlement out of this. Sssh!). Still, sometimes there's no going in or out of doors -- even for you, Zack. The above much-manhandled van was recently spotted in the Lower Haight. What can we say? We're amused and charmed. Zack probably isn't.
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