Death Valley Girls (Bonnie Bloomgarden, Larry Schemel, Pickle, and The Kid) found time to visit Amoeba Records in San Francisco on a Friday night in April 2019 for an in-store signing and performance between playing at Starlite Social Club in Oakland and a run up to headline an indie rock festival in Chico CA. Currently one of the most unique bands on the indie rock touring circuit, they are promoting a new single called Dream Cleaver and have albums out on both the hipster faves Burger and Suicide Squeeze labels worth checking out.
At the event in the video they signed copies of two vinyl albums, a reissued clear & green speckled version of their Burger Records “Glow In The Dark” vinyl and pressings of their newest release on Suicide Squeeze “Darkness Rains”. Amoeba’s staff were hospitable and gave the gals matching black tees that they wore with the store’s moniker done up in white death metal lettering. The “Girls” enthralled a mixed audience comprised of music industry veterans like Invisibl Skratch Piklz DJ Q-Bert, dedicated fans who’d driven in from as far as Vacaville, random aging hipsters, and even some kids apparently seeing their very first live band performance.
Pickle Signing The Burger Records LP
The band is continuing a tour they started in August with Brody Dalle’s revitalized band The Distillers through much of October 2019, here are some of their remaining dates:
10/11 — Minneapolis, MN @ The Varsity Theater ^
10/12 — Des Moines, IA @ Wooly’s ^
10/13 — St Louis, MO @ The Ready Room ^
10/15 — Houston, TX @ White Oak Music Hall ^
10/16 — Austin, TX @ Emo’s ^
10/17 — Dallas, TX @ Granada Theater ^
10/19 — Denver, CO @ Ogden Theatre ^
10/20 — Salt Lake City, UT @ The Union Event Center ^
Thrash metal Documentary Movie Screening Tickets are now onsale for a Murder In The Front Row Bay Area
Buy Tix At The Link Here Thursday, September 26th 2019 8:45 p.m. – 11:15 p.m. screening at Jack London Sq’s Regal Theater in Oakland
The 18th Annual SF Indie Documentary Film Festival screened it in May and I got a chance to catch the sold out premiere of “Murder In The Front Row: The Bay Area Thrash Metal Story”. The film is a social study of a group of young people defying the odds and building something essential for themselves. Featuring interviews with Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer, Anthrax, Exodus, Testament, Death Angel, Possessed and many more!
Here’s some snippets from the rowdy crowd that night checking out the post screening chat with the filmmakers at the Murder in the Front Row: The Bay Area Thrash Metal Story screening event put together by San Francisco IndieFest. I was lucky enough to score tix early to even get in to to see this premiere of Murder In The Front Row as the line was stretching around the block when I arrived. You’ll hear some of the audience’s overwhelming roars of excitement as the first few frames hit the screen, as well as the Q & A afterwards with the director Adam Dubin, lifelong thrash metal fan and narrator Brian Posehn and one of the subjects of the film, the meat handed maestro Tom Hunting of Exodus .
The 2019 San Francisco DA election marks the first time in more than 100 years that there is no sitting incumbent running for the District Attorney seat.
CANDIDATES In Order Of Seating On Video Live Stream At Dais From Left To Right (Moderator from ACLU is Yoel Haile)
(Advance Streaming Video Feed with Cursor to 25 Minutes Into Event To Get To Introductions)
Suzy Loftus, Legal Counsel, San Francisco Sheriff’s Department, City and County of San Francisco
Nancy H. Tung, Deputy District Attorney, Alameda County
Leif Dautch, Deputy Attorney General, State of California
The debate was organized by a coalition of organizations, including the American Civil Liberties Union, Indivisible SF, the San Francisco Eastern Neighborhoods Democratic Club and the Willie B. Kennedy Democratic Club in conjunction with event site UC Hastings College of the Law.
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.
A wild throwback to shades of the seedy 70’s Sunset Strip nights at Rodney’s English Disco, or teetering down the steep stairs to find whatever awaited in CBGB ’s toilets, Starcrawler are actually a vehicle for frenetic millennial LA wunderkinds seemingly born decades too late to make those scenes.
The band, comprised of Henri Cash gtr, bassist Tim Franco, and Austin Smith on drums started out as raw amateurs just practicing Runaways’ covers, and have evolved into their own show biz phenomenon, fronted by the fearless gangly nymphette Arrow de Wilde on vox. Their sound and stage presence has built a solid following on the road supporting bands such as the MC5 and Spoon.
I caught one of the opening nights of their fall 2019 tour in San Francisco and Starcrawler’s musicians presented an impressive sonic spectacle, caustically cool, crunchy, captivating and a perfect foil for the caterwauling of frontperson Arrow deWilde. While deWilde’s antics at the mic stand, and mostly on the floor between songs are what draw eyeballs, do not discount the pulsating precision rhythm section that drives the throbbing sound, or the slashing guitar and vocal support of Monsieur Cash in his green satin suit looking reminiscent of something Gram Parsons might’ve left behind
Starcrawler have released their Nick Launay produced sophomore album “Devour You” on Rough Trade and are hitting the clubs across the USA to earn more cash and converts as they establish themselves as a vibrant exponent of 21st century hypnotic rock n roll abandon. The first single to the new album has a video directed bythe enigmatic Jellyclaw called “Bet My Brains” inspired by subterranean urban dwellers both real and imagined.
Says singer Arrow de Wilde “that song came from thinking about the tunnel people in New York and Vegas and the Catacombs in France, and the underground village of people who live in the sewers of the L.A. River. I was fascinated with the fact that there is a whole other world happening right under our feet.” Guitarist and vocalist Henri Cash adds: “Arrow and I hadn’t even talked about it yet, but I’d already written something about the same thing—about how these people’s eyes adapt to pitch-blackness, and they end up going crazy from never seeing the sunlight.”
Arrow promises “We want to put on a real show and give people some kind of escape from all the shit going on in the world,” she says.
The band make several west coast stops in the wake of their Bottom Of The Hill performance in San Francisco on October 5th, and will play two Third Man Records Halloween shows in different cities, and make it as far north as Montreal. See the complete show date list below to find a fall 2019 show near you, and click the link get your tix before they’re all gone HERE.
Starcrawler tour dates 10/4/19 – San Diego, CA – The Irenic 10/5/19 – San Francisco, CA – Bottom of the Hill 10/7/19 – Portland, OR – Mississippi Studios 10/8/19 – Vancouver, BC – Fortune Sound Club 10/9/19 – Seattle, WA – The Crocodile 10/11/19 – Salt Lake City, UT – Urban Lounge 10/12/19 – Denver, CO – Lost Lake Lounge 10/14/19 – Kansas City, MO – The Riot Room 10/15/19 – Omaha, NE – Reverb Lounge 10/16/19 – Saint Paul, MN – Turf Club 10/17/19 – Chicago IL – Lincoln Hall 10/19/19 – Toronto, ON – Horseshoe Tavern 10/22/19 – Montreal – Bar Le Rtiz PDB 10/23/19 – Somerville, MA – ONCE Ballroom 10/25/19 – Brooklyn, NY – Music Hall of Williamsburg 10/26/19 – Philadelphia, PA – Boot & Saddle 10/27/19 – Washington, DC – Pie Shop 10/28/19 – Pittsburgh, PA – Club Café 10/30/19 – Detroit, MI – Hell Night @Third Man Records 10/31/19 – Nashville, TN – Halloween @Third Man Records 11/1/19 – Atlanta, GA – Aisle 5 11/2/19 – New Orleans, LA – Gasa Gasa 11/5/19 – Austin, TX – Barracuda 11/8/19 – Phoenix, AZ – Valley Bar 11/9/19 – Los Angeles, CA – The Fonda Theatre
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
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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.
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“.
Got to see the mighty Mekons the other night at the The Chapel in San Francisco. w/ Skokie Girls..
The two sequential songs from the sold out show in this first black & white edited video below date back to the 1988 “So Good It Hurts” album which was a sorta joint release twixt Twin/Tone and A & M labels and the second tune is from 1985’s “Fear & Whiskey” LP originally released on Sophie Bourbon’s SIN RECORDS label.
I believe the Mekons were the very first band I ever snuck in with a fake ID as an underage teenage runaway and saw at the I-Beam in San Francisco circa May 1987… In some ways, not much as changed, which is awesome and terrifying, most of the original band members I know and love are still onstage and accounted for, and sadly the world is still a greedy, stupid, venal, hostile, politically painful place in need of a good poetically poignant Mekons musical vivisecting.
However, instead of vile Tory Maggie Thatcher to rant about, there is this Boris Johnson dude…whatever. It is all the same… and most of us are aging, and if not gracefully, at least some of us had the good graces to show up for the show, at least far more paying customers than were there in 1987.
This video has slightly improved sound dynamics over a version I placed on Instagram, so rejoice in the additional camera angles and sonics here from two Mekons faves. Rumor has it Mr Langford will be back this fall as part of the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass thang and, uh, he is bringing an entire two dozen member Welsh Boys Choir… you have been warned.
Here is a 360 degree video clip for the song “Thee Olde Trip To Jerusalem” (available on The Mekons album “Out Of Our Heads” and also featured in the Cd included in the 200 page book “United” that was released in 1996 via the Touch & Go affiliate label Quarterstick)
The last video I’ve pasted in below is the last song from their set, a Mekons song from their latest album, recorded some 30 years fater the earlier tunes were released, and Rolling Stone scribe Will Hermes said of the song ““How Many Stars” takes the classic form of an English folk song about a man lost at sea, and woman who dies of a broken heart, the band wondering at the sheltering sky in raggedly sympathetic harmony. “
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.
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
It was a greatthrillto 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…