Saturday morning Amy and I came roughly into the waking hours and quickly prepared ourselves and our equipment and other personal effects. Having loaded the truck with our gear we drove a block or two to Devin and Dylan's, where we added to our pile, their pile of gear and personal artifacts. From Devin and Dylan's we traversed another few blocks to the our good friend Marc Loren's, where we added a few of his personal necessities into our pile, thus packed we hit the road for San Francisco, final Destination: Folsom Street Fair.
Our Drive was a brave and speedy thing, filled with talk of music and all things that go pop. I was a selfish road pig, and relented the wheel to no one, preferring to trust my own instincts when the speeds surpass the hundred mile an hour mark.
Arriving was glory, we happened to enter a city already headlong into festivities, the love Parade which in the past took place in Berlin was now happening state side. We saw brightly colored freaks, some on stilts. The scenery was all the more wonderful when we found that our hotel on Market street was deep in the thick of it.
We tooled around a bit that evening, taking in drinks, some of us kicking ourselves and some of us kicking each other a bit that we had not brought any further... er... Preparations...
Sunday morning the sun was out in a big way. We had iced coffee drinks in the lobby of our lodgings, then I took, off on foot to scout the path to our stage, which turned out to be around five block or so. I had a nice feeling being out there in the city walking towards a festival and stage, where we had been chosen to entertain. As I rounded the final corner and our stage came into full view my good feeling bloomed, it was large and filled with powerful speakers.
I walked back to the hotel room and joined the others in personal decoration, once completed everyone in our little party grabbed handles of equipment and swag, falling in a line we marched like we meant it to our stage.
Playing the show was interesting and exotic, and enjoyable. I enjoyed very much watching a naked man in face paint smile while jumping up an down, his tiny penis flopping in beat, growing ever so slightly erect. Seeing our recently resigned drag king dancer in the audience, singing along to more words than I thought she knew. Seeing a past bass player watch the future of a band he never fully believed in. Feeling the volume of the PA, knowing that some of those vibrations bounced for many minutes off a city that I love, bathing it and us in our arts labor. I enjoyed all those moments and still have the memory of their feeling.
The rest of the day was a bit of a blur, I can say that the festival was strange and naked, but e a little less exciting than I had hoped, or possibly for me nothing could top the performance, the rest was just a wind down. Or perhaps I had made in adequate... er... Preparations...
The blur lessened some as our party took in a strange meal at the all you can eat, or all you'd want to eat folk look buffet, followed by a brief passing out at the hotel room for Amy and I. We were awoken at 1:30 a.m. when our fags came back from their shenanigans. We needed more of the night and we rushed to take a three drink last call night cap at a strange place called the hole in the wall. After the rush of a patron shot and beer we ventured to "the end up" and all night venue, where we had a bit of a scuttle based upon a misunderstanding standing of quandary. 4 am brought about the end of our night, sinking fast and deep into the land of sleep.
Monday morning was a reaffirmation to my love of San Francisco. We checked out, loaded up and had brunch at ti couz, a wonderful crepe delight! I love this restaurant, and sitting at the table with Devin, Dylan, Marc and Amy felt like a reward for a great deal of living in a short period of time.
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