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Interpreting the Masters: Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Love

In Case You Missed It : Inara George (who happens to be the daughter of infamous and late Little Feat founder Lowell George) is the vocalist at the mic and multi-instrumentalist Greg Kurstin (formerly of Geggy Tah and record producer of too many top selling acts to mention) backs her up, and they’re known as The Bird & The Bee.

Previously they played a tongue in chic tribute to Hall & Oates, but this year its the Diamond Dave era of Van Halen with their album Interpreting the Masters Volume 2: A Tribute to Van Halen on No Expectations/Release Me Records.

To get the LP launch just the right amount of hype, man about just about every town, Dave “That Fkn Guy” Grohl showed up to pound the drums on the late night TV circuit where the duo performed “Ain’t Talkin’ Bout Love” in a highly dramatic fashion for James Corden’s show on CBS.

Apparently the group first became fascinated with the idea of doing old Van Halen songs after seeing one of their 2007 reunion tour shows, and had even approached David Lee Roth about being in the video for their tribute song “Diamond Dave”. While Roth politely demured, he was apparently nice enough to send an autographed photo and a yellow top hat he’d worn onstage to Inara, yet she persisted…and thus the entire tribute album to the greatest rock band either Bird or The Bee has ever loved.

For the entire month of August, Inara is touring (sans Greg) with the tour culminating in a San Francisco performance on August 30th at Rickshaw Stop with Aaron Axelson of Alt-105.3 as DJ.

Supporting Inara as opening acts and also playing as her band, will be Alex Lilly and Samantha Sidley. as well as Barbara Gruska on drums, and Vikram Devasthali playing on guitar and trombone. Apparently, not content to sit idle, Inara will also be taking on singing duties in the opening acts, as well. See all dates posted below and you can sign up for the band’s mailing list HERE.

Ain't Talking Bout Van Halen, It's The Bird & The Bee 2019 Tour

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August 2019 Tour Dates

08/02/19 – Los Angeles, CA @ John Anson Ford Theater # – TICKETS

08/11/19 – St. Paul, MN @ Turf Club * –TICKETS

08/12/19 – Chicago, IL @ Sleeping Village * – TICKETS

08/13/19 – Cleveland, OH @ Beachland Tavern * –TICKETS

08/14/19 – Pittsburgh, PA @ Mr. Smalls Theatre * – TICKETS

08/15/19 – Providence, RI @ Columbus Theatre * – TICKETS

08/16/19 – Philadelphia, PA @ World Cafe Live * – TICKETS

08/17/19 – Brooklyn, NY @ Elsewhere * –TICKETS

08/19/19 – Rehoboth Beach, DE @ Dogfish Head Brewing * – TICKETS

08/20/19 – Carrboro, NC @ Cat’s Cradle * – TICKETS

08/21/19 – Atlanta, GA @ Aisle 5 * – TICKETS

08/22/19 – Birmingham, AL @ The Saturn * – TICKETS

08/24/19 – Dallas, TX @ Trees * – TICKETS

08/25/19 – Austin, TX @ Parish * – TICKETS

08/28/19 – Phoenix, AZ @ Crescent Ballroom * – TICKETS

08/29/19 – San Diego, CA  @ Casbah * – TICKETS

08/30/19 – San Francisco, CA @ Rickshaw Stop * ^ – TICKETS

Dave Dictor tells of discovering punk in late 70s at Raul’s in Austin TX

Jennifer Joseph, Publisher of Manic D Press introduces Dave Dictor at his first ever book store appearance to promote MDC: Memoir from a Damaged Civilization: Stories of Punk, Fear, and Redemption, co-presented by 924 Gilman St Project. The punk singer and now author candidly talks about finding Raul’s club in Austin Tx in the late 1970’s and how it lead him to release the “John Wayne Was A Nazi” single, and begin a multi decade global odyssey of politically charged punk rock.

More excerpts from this talk forthcoming, subscribe for more. To learn more about Dave Dictor see his new website http://DaveDictor.com

To get Dave Dictor’s autobiography, request at your local bookseller or try this online link : http://amzn.to/29grKPh

Overall Dave’s book would be interesting to anyone interested in the behind the scenes history of D.I.Y. punk, with Dave’s personal path also being a parallel tale of a subculture, where punk music is not merely a fashion, or memorialized like a long gone artifact, but is treated as a living breathing movement.

Dictor’s book holds anecdotes and adventures as told through the eyes of a world weary Woody Guthrie-esque citizen soldier who has taken his lumps, learned lessons, and is still inspired to travel the road less traveled, and make a glorious din whenever and wherever he still can.

The die hard punk rock world MDC traverses is not that of the corporate sponsored festivals and action sports soundtracks, but one of more idealistic people powered shows, grass roots political benefits and the loosely connected friends and fellow travelers motivated not merely by money, but by a need to help each other network and navigate from town to town, nightclub to VFW Hall.

Dave Dictor’s view from the stage has included thousands at large sports halls and theaters, but more often than not was maybe a gig put on in a basement, squat or a community center, much like it was back when he first started touring in the early 1980’s.

Conveniently I scored my copy of Dave Dictor’s book at a reading he was doing at a local bookstore in Berkeley CA, and the audience there was rapt with attention as Dave regaled us with numerous stories of his 3 decades plus journey through American Hardcore Punk’s early days. Dave’s tales start even before that era, back in the late 60’s, when he was already becoming an iconoclastic teenager, dealing pot with the aide of a friend’s mom, bending gender & norms, and seeking out a vegetarian diet in an age when the only two people he’d heard of who’d existed like that were Hitler & Gandhi. Fortunately for us, Dave abandons his wannabe teen hippie persona behind on Long Island, and eventually hits Austin Texas just as Raul’s was starting to put on punk shows, where bands like The Big Boys and The Dicks were also forming, creating a feisty brand of Texan hardcore unlike the somewhat more macho & commercial flavors available in the more urbane coastal cities.

John Wayne Was A Nazi
Dave Dictor released the “John Wayne Was a Nazi” single in 1979, his band The Stains later changed their name to MDC

In the book you’ll read of Dave leaving his seventies singer songwriter stylings behind to and eventually hit the West Coast full throttle as a punk rock pioneer living to the pulsebeat of politically aware subculture, subsisting through squatting and D.I.Y. touring, living out of vans, eating at soup kitchens and deftly dodging police and skinhead violence whenever possible. The book has tales of many shows including an early 90’s run behind the Iron Curtain, where border guards and paper work pose problems, and Russian promoters threaten to pull the plug on the tour if the band doesn’t come up with $5000 dollars overnight. You’ll learn about his friends and family, like his long time drummer Al who Dave met as a fellow Monkees fan in the 60’s, to both of ’em doing separate stints of prison time in the 1990’s.

As a memoir, and much like a friend telling a meandering adventure that no one is sure where it ends, the storyline occasionally drifts back and forth through time. Dave has met many thousands of people and magnanimously, many names are dropped briefly, while exact event details might get glossed over. Over 30 years of touring means some great stories got left out, while some chronological anachronisms occasionally appear, such as when he mentions a gig with Husker Du, where Dave relates feeling “like Prince was gonna show up, mount the stage” at First Avenue in Minneapolis “and do a few bars of Purple Rain” even though the MDC show referenced was back in 1982, and Prince was still several years away from creating that iconic cinematic moment.

Enjoy the vicarious rambling ride through these pages, Dave sure has, and one gets the feeling if some medical setbacks hadn’t sidelined him momentarily a few years ago so he’d have time to share these tales in print, most of these stories would’ve gone untold. Dictor had a serious health crisis and spiritual awakening just before penning the manuscript and feels lucky to be alive to still share his happiness and life story.

One criticism I heard of the book is that, despite conflicts and complications in a long career, this MDC book itself is not full of “dirt” and that Dave doesn’t talk hella sh/t about anyone. That is just the type of person he he is, and the author courageously, if not naively, still strives to find the positive side to everyone and everything. While allusions are made to occasional nefarious conduct by bit players in the book, Dave moves on rather than dwell on the painful parts. It is perhaps good advice for all of us. As he mentions near the end of the book on page 180, freshly leaving the hospital he almost died in, he tells a cab driver “From now on, only love will come from my mouth and be on my breath”.

Video was made at Dave Dictor’s first ever bookstore reading , the Mosh Lit release celebration for MDC: Memoir from a Damaged Civilization: Stories of Punk, Fear, and Redemption held at Pegasus Books in Berkeley CA May 25th 2016.

For over an hour, the author gave us all an informal, humorous, but deeply reflective overview of his multi decade journey through punk, as well as familial anecdotes, and life lessons. The tales dated as far back as his first cross dressing session with a 4 year old playmate to opinions on the 2016 Presidential campaign and the origins of his recently revived 40 year old slogan “No War , No KKK, No Fascist USA“.

Hop Monk Cookout Concert with Chuck Prophet & Pals

Northern California music promoter KC Turner (blue shirt) poses with the musicians after a Cookout Concert at The HopMonk Tavern in Novato CA

For the past 6 years a cat named KC Turner has been presenting his outdoor cookout concert series up in Marin, and this year’s events have been as popular as ever. I attended one this past weekend featuring Chuck Prophet and The Sam Chase opening.

Just before the show, none other than Commander Cody guitar player Bill Kirchen, no slouch in the string slingin’ department, deemed  “The Titan of The Telecaster” by Guitar Player magazine, gave Chuck & Steph’s live set a ringing endorsement as one of “the most enjoyable R’n’ R shows” he’d ever seen.

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Here’s Chuck doing his song “Wish Me Luck” backed by his wife Stephanie Finch, drummer Vicente Rodriguez and bassist Steve Rue Adams (who is also in Animal Liberation Orchestra, and previously played with Chuck & Charlie Sexton doing a Rolling Stones’ Some Girls tribute tour in Spain circa 2018)

“Wish Me Luck’ is from Chuck Prophet’s album “Night Surfer” that was released in 2014 on Yep Roc Records

My life is an experiment

that doesn’t prove a thing


I wake up every morning

wondering

what the day will bring…


Then I throw open the windows
I fill up both my lungs
And I shout “Look out all you losers here I come”
So wish me luck
Even if you don’t mean it
Wish me luck
If it’s not too much to ask
Wish me luck
It’s not like I really need it
It just feels so good to hear it anyway

Now I’ve harvested your cannabis
Down the Yucatan
In fact I slept beside a Catholic priest one time
In Henry Rollins’ van

I’ve marched in your parades
And I’ve fought your late night wars
But in my father’s house there are no doors
So wish me luck
Even though I don’t need it
Wish me luck
If it’s not too much to ask

Wish me luck
It’s not like I really need it
It just feels so good to hear it anyway
Now watch me dance upon a wire
Watch me dangle from a string
Shining like a diamond in the sun
Shining like a diamond
Shining like a diamond
Shining like a diamond in the sun
Wish me luck
Even if you don’t mean it
Wish me luck
If it’s not too much to ask
Wish me luck
It’s not like I really need it
It just feels so good to hear it anyway
Come on now
How hard can it be?
Wish me luck
You can do it
Come on now

Songwriters: Chuck Prophet / Kurt Lipschutz / James Deprato

Wish Me Luck lyrics © Kingsblood Music, No Socks Music, Dipsongs

Class War Is In Session: Chip Kinman brings fresh kin to reconstitute The Dils

Chip Kinman live on stage in San Francisco 7 20 2019 at Bottom Of The Hill

It was a great thrill to catch Chip Kinman, his drum bashing son Giuliano Scarfo and their energetic hair whipping friend Brian Melendez on bass all rip through a set of Dils classics at a sold out Bottom Of The Hill in San Francisco for the fortieth anniversary of The Temple Beautiful. In this video Chip Kinman, now 63, mentions a recent cover version of his song “Class War” by Ty Segall and seeing the “younger set” get into the music has inspired him, before he plays it himself with his spritely new backing band.

Since the death of his brother Tony, with whom he co-founded The Dils in the late 1970’s, Chip’s finally seen fit to revisit the beloved band’s past punk rock glories and brought his son along to revive their fiery message laden music, that blended the best of power pop and the brashness of early punk.

The Dils, founded by brothers Chip & Tony Kinman arose first out of suburban Carlsbad, California in late 1976, and soon relocated to San Francisco, later moving to Los Angeles and even recording some of their seminal material in Vancouver CA. Their tight brotherly harmonies fed into fierce , fast tunes oft with fearless political stances, made them one of the preeminent punk bands up and down the West Coast. Use your cursor to navigate within the 360° video embedded below Chip Kinman recounts recording “Sound Of The Rain” in Vancouver with late drummer “Zippy Pinhead“, whose supportive father was in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and wasn’t keen on lyrics about dead cops.

The brothers dropped The Dils name by 1981, and went through various incarnations over the years including Rank & File, Blackbird and Cowboy Nation, but never performed again as The Dils. Prior to this latest iteration, the last Dils gig was in 1980 at Blackie’s in Los Angeles (Black Flag opened the show.)

Here’s the whole Dils set from the show as shot from deep in the jostling joy that was the pit down by the floor wedge monitors at stage front by Gil Warguez on a trusty Sony MV-1 synched to the audio from one of my stray cams that caught a slight bit more vocal…

Roky Erickson Tribute “Goodbye Sweet Dreams”

There was a unique Roky Erickson Birthday Tribute earlier this week by several local musicians of note in San Francisco. GibbsMo emCee Parker Gibbs introduces Eric Moffatt’s JACKSHACK . This cover of Roky’s “Goodbye Sweet Dreams” was by the loose coalition known as JACKSHACK featuring Eric Moffatt on guitar & vocals, with Cindy Giuliani on bass, Ricky Wayne Garrett on drums, and Roman Yamilov on guitar.


Video is excerpted from footage I recorded at the recent Sad Bastard’s Club Roky Erickson Tribute Night held at The Make-Out Room in San Francisco July 15th 2019 … Eric Moffat insists on calling his rotating backup band JACKSHACK, and until he comes up with an even shittier name I guess I’ll let him. Personally I already suggested Chief Sour Mashantucket & His Pale White Jazz Hands but he wasn’t interested.

Ovarian Trolley Closes The Lost Door

Ovarian Trolley at the Lost Door

Video of Buck Bito and The Hall Sisters singing a beautifully bittersweet so long and farewell to a place and way of life that defined their youth along Islais Creek in SF. The song is called Cry Baby …

 

Sisters Laurie & Jennifer Hall musically meshed as dueling vocalists and rhythm section, with added dissonance contributed by guitarist Buck Bito were known as Ovarian Trolley.

Jennifer hall playing drums with Ovarian Trolley
Jennifer Hall Ovarian Trolley
Buck Bito & Laurie Hall

A 90’s era San Francisco based indie rock band, Ovarian Trolley released 3 full length CD albums, emerged from the ashes of their previous late 80’s combo Glorious Clitorious and recorded and toured from roughly 1992 thru 1998. This live video recording was made in September 8th 2018 at their a farewell show to their old San Francisco stomping grounds, a final gathering at Laurie’s Lost Door warehouse studio loft space on Islais Creek in San Francisco before eviction. The song was recorded some twenty years since they’d ostensibly ended their Ovarian Trolley musical project with Buck and moved on to other musical and creative pursuits.

here is a link to the most recent release by Jennifer and Laurie’s band Ruby Howl http://www.outofroundrecords.com/ruby-howl

The Buttertones – Life Coach

Live footage of The Buttertones in San Francisco performing Life Coach, an original song that appears on their 2016 self released “American Brunch” LP.

The cinematic surf noir of The Buttertones captured on multiple foggy lensed cameras in a darkly lit crowded low ceilinged basement full of hysterical sweaty shrieking females, whats not to like?

This video is a multi-cam clip from their 2017 summer tour which I captured below the Swedish American Hall on Market St at the nocturnal retreat otherwise known as DuNord.

The Buttertones, an educated and enigmatic five-piece combo that arose from the Los Angeles basin at the time consisting of Richard Araiza (vocals/guitar), Sean Redman (bass), Modesto Cobian (drums),  London Guzmán (saxophone) and Dakota Böettcher (guitar). I have just read that as of July 2019, guitarist Dakota has left the group, so it should interesting as they forge ahead without his additional musical influence.

Flipper – The Lights, The Sound, The Rhythm, The Noise

On the occasion of the band’s 40th Anniversary, the noise mongers collectively known as Flipper assembled on the stage at The Great American Music Hall shortly after 11 pm to deliver their sonic sermon last night.

Stella Meets David Yow

Prompt , showered and shaved, frontman for the occasion, Mr David Yow greeted some people beside the stage including a bored 15 year old brought 1500 miles by her mother.

After the pleasantries, our cameras turn to capture the opening feedback salvo from Ted, a brief intro of the Flipper as the “the greatest band in the history of forever” be a young female fan in the audience, and Yow & Co take over. David soon leaps into the sold out crowd of some 500 attendees and we’re officially off!

The joyous din kept going until well after midnight. Here are the first few moments of some of the nihilistic nostalgia and friendly frenzy that ensued.

Above is the version from last night, followed below by a video from 2006 of the band featuring original vocalist Bruce Loose at Cafe DuNord in San Francisco with Kris Novoselic on bass.

Shaking The Nun With Stinky’s Peep Show Go-Go Dancers At The Fillmore

Gary Floyd’s Black Kali Ma band shot live at the Fillmore in San Francisco joined onstage by the large and lovely Stinky’s Peep Show Go-Go Dancers.

Black Kali Ma was a hard rock band fronted by singer Gary Floyd and at the time of this recording consisted of drummer Bruce Ducheneaux (BOMB, Assassins Of God), bassist JT Antonopoulos (RHYTHM PIGS), and guitarists Matt Margolin (SMOKIN’ RHYTHM PRAWNS), and Danny Roman (SISTER DOUBLE HAPPINESS, THE GARY FLOYD BAND). The hard rocking San Francisco based group, which originally featured ex-Sister Double Happiness bassist Miles Montalbano was formed to build upon the bluesy punk spirit of Floyd’s previous bands and Jello Biafra released their album “You Ride the Pony, I’ll Be the Bunny” on his Alternative Tentacles label in 2000.

Big voiced and big bear-like frontman Gary Floyd first emerged with seminal Austin, TX “commie-fag” band the Dicks in 1980 who later relocated to San Francisco. After the 80’s hardcore scene grew tiresome, Gary resurfaced in Sister Double Happiness, a San Francisco band with a solid, bluesy roots rock sound built around Gary’s passionate emotive vocals and perhaps the first band to create rock music peppered by lyrics influenced by the AIDS epidemic. At the height of their post punk buzz and after their first album came out on SST Gary quit the group and pursued what he calls a “spiritual journey.” While he was studying Hindu deities and considering joining a monastery, but soon major label A&R came sniffing around, Gary reformed the group and dismissed the prospects of a monk like life. He told SF weekly in 1999 “I figured if I joined a monastery I’d probably end up being a pretty bad monk. Miserable me, you know, fucking fag sitting around a monastery pissed off at everyone.” With his group signed to a major label at the crux of the rise of “Alternative rock”, they were on the road opening shows for Nirvana and the future looked bright. Despite promising press coverage, it became clear their reputation as a live band far surpassed their album sales, and after touring the US and Europe multiple times with multiple bassists and releasing albums on a slew of labels, including the aforementioned SST, as well as Warner Brothers, Dutch East India they hung it up as a unit.

Gary continued writing and performing music, doing several solo albums as a blues singer, many of the tunes of which he still does to this day. His life story is told in his published memoir Please Bee Nice,My Life Up ‘Til Now: A Gary Floyd Memoir
now available at this link: evnt.bz/BeeNice

Click his name for links to past performances by , as I’ve been documenting shows by this gentleman for decades and likely have one of the largest repositories of his live music videos to be seen anywhere. You’ll catch videos of him performing in combos such as The Dicks, Sister Double Happiness, and his most recent group The Buddha Brothers.

Bone Cootes Delivers The Deluxe Bacon Fat

The Deluxe on Haight St was a happening hurricane of activity on a January 2002 evening when our camera was there to catch the encore of seasoned San Francisco rock n roll soldier Bone Cootes and his bad azz bar room blasting band.

He starts off in this gritty unedited live clip with “Little Bird” , a tavern tested tune that would later appear on his Bone Cootes “Blow Out The Curses” CD and finishes here with a ribald ripper by the late great Andre Williams, “Bacon Fat”.

Bones band the Living Wrecks, featuring debonair dudes like Austin DeLone on the keys, six string pluckin’ birthday boy Kevin Ink in another corner and Joe Kyle Jr on the standup bass were all easily tossin’ out grooves and licks to spare. On fire with their unique amalgam of country fried blues, swanky angular urbane jazz attack and ol’ fashioned pub rock, they were inciting hip grinding drunken dancefloor mayhem. Through the magic of time travelin’ digital video…it’s like now you are there too!