Slim's, San Francisco
June 26, 2013
Slim's, San Francisco
June 27, 2013
Tonight was the "Punk" night. Prior to the show I met up with Sensory Abuse and Photo Ray at the awesome Cathead's BBQ for food and libations. Umlaut says visit Cathead's prior to seeing a show at Slim's next time. Best good number one! With the Supreme Court's ruling on Prop 8 earlier in the day and Gay Pride weekend approaching the mood on the streets of San Francisco felt downright giddy tonight.
I didn't know anything about Ceremony but evidently they've played Gilman St. in the past... so I guess the obvious question is will they be allowed to play Gilman again now that they've played a Corporate gig? Oh the politics.. Discuss amongst yourselves.
The Bronx RULE. That is all. My favorite band from these 2 shows. That's all I'm gonna say. Go see them the next time they come through your town... they'll help you party down.
As I waited to see Rocket From the Crypt for the first time in 17 years, 'Warrior' by Thin Lizzy played over the PA. Nicely done, Converse DJ. It was obvious that the RFTC reunion was a very big deal as the crowd was jammed down front and going nutters with the band from the first note. The band's infectious San Diego horn infused guitar punk-a-billy was still F-U-N after all these years and they played all the hits. John is still a charismatic goofball front man and the rest of the band was tight; I'm sure it helped that drummer Mario has been keeping sharp by playing with OFF!. A pretty great set and I'm glad I saw RFTC again since they're only playing a few select shows worldwide and it's unclear how long this reunion will last.
The crowd noticeably thinned out during the changeover for Suicidal which I guess shouldn't have been surprising. Kidz these days probably think they'll get shivved at a Suicidal show like it was 1986. Mike Muir and his current band took over the stage and surprisingly played 'Institutionalized' only 3 songs into the set. It was obvious that this was the only Suicidal song the majority of the crowd knew. Less than 3 songs later literally 1/4 of the crowd left as Mike and the boys played a good version of 'War Inside My Head'. Maybe all of those people had to meet their parents out front for a ride home or something. Oh well... Punks not dead... Just bored I guess.
All in all it was a F-U-N pair of nights as guests of Converse and their parent company Nike. The shows were well organized and they were FREE so there really is nothing for me to complain about without sounding like a dick. On the way back to the car, some pimply-faced teenagers called me a fag. For the record, Umlaut doesn't wear Chuck Taylors any longer because I need arch support. Hope I die before I get old.