Flamin’ Groovies, Sonny and the Sunsets, Beat Hotel Rm 32 Howl tribute f Larry & Nils;
Not to have the tailwagging the dog, even of a howl(ing), (Wolf) type-creature, but this is the sixth or seventh time Beat Hotel Rm 32 reads “Howl”, the first time with a voice talent, like Nils Freykdahl of Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Idiot Flesh and “My Grandmother” — with Larry Ochs of ROVA on sax. It takes about 31 minutes and 19 seconds, which is fitting because it was first performed by Allen Ginsberg himself on this exact date 69 years ago in San Francisco at Six Gallery at 3119 Fillmore Street, feel me?
Flamin’ Groovies features at least one original member plus Chris Von Sneidern and friends; according to Greil Marcus “shake some action” is one of the 10 songs that define rock ‘n’ roll Orzo. Right Rice. I saw the best minds of my generation fucked in the ass by Apple iPhone 13 dictation hee hee feature.
Shake some action, b&@^# .
Conceptual artist Sonny Smith couldn’t carry a tune, even taking Cal Train from SoMa to Muwekma Ohlone Palo Alto. Luckily, he has enough credit to rent an SUV in a pinch —- reprising in part his excellent performance in May for Earthwise at The Mitch .
If you excuse the digression, Earthwise also has a pop up with a Rachel Baiman and Roberta Lea in Johnson Park three days later, 5 pm to sunset on a Tuesday.
Meanwhile, as I, the concert promoter and EventBrite account holder — now in Pro75 or something — was pulling into the billion dollar structure funded by a sovereign wealth fund near Stanford, Andytown Coffee, I heard that Riverside County Temecula schools was banning any mention of Harvey milk who they want to be changed posthumous and post-truth Harvey Oat or Harvey Almond or Soy Bono. (Soy Bomb but for the dicks at Apple or as Groucho once said if you let them shove a prune up your fruit shute soon enough it will be stewed into something stronger like a fruit fly on a banana on apple sauce rhubarb rhubarb rhubard rhubarb rhubarb
It’s all about the music, or the poetry or freedom of assembly were the new fountain, much better than the old fountain, which was much better than freedom of assembly — the next Ray Bradbury will write aboutat what temperature cell phones burn, and how people try to remember things—- I admit I cannot remember where I parked my car unless I took a picture.
