Seriously?!

Posted in Art, San Francisco with tags , , , , , , on April 20, 2011 by Jenner Davis

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Because if they haven’t already been co-opted by yuppies, or run into the ground by hipsters, they will apparently end up being senselessly defaced into extinction by a bunch of disrespectful shitheads.

Take Clarion Alley for example:

Who the hell are you people, and what the fuck is your damn problem?

Normally, I’m not bothered at all by graffiti. In fact, I feel it’s a vital part of a city’s soul, and I celebrate it in all its forms, as I do with much of what is considered blight in this town.

But this is not OK.

Photo by Wally Gobetz

Who the hell do you think you people are, that you feel it’s within your right to throw your toy-ass shit up on these murals? (Including my friend’s Matty’s memorial!) They’ve were here long before you. They were painted by local artists who had to fight for the right to do so, and organized as CAMP to ensure that Clarion Alley remains a beautiful and evolving art space for the public to enjoy for years to come.

Learn some fucking respect.

(And then go tag the shit out of Medjool!  Those yuppie invaders got it comin’.)

I Know, It’s Been a While…

Posted in updates with tags on April 5, 2011 by Jenner Davis

But…

So, watch for new stuff over on Lesser Gods, and I promise to return soon with more angsty gripes about the changing face of SF.

Three From the Vault

Posted in gone forever, History, Kindred souls, San Francisco, Special Guests, Special Places with tags , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2011 by Jenner Davis

The following pictures are just three out of the thousands of photos of San Francisco taken by my mother, Anita Davis, during the mid 80′s and early 1990′s.

She taught me everything I know about photography, and I’m thankful for the chance to share her work with the world.


From her office window, she had a great view of the demolition of the Embarcadero Freeway.

 

Here’s a blurry shot of some fellow marchers in the 1992 St. Stupid’s Day parade. In case you can’t make it out, the man on the left is sporting an awesome  ”Free Pee-Wee” t-shirt!

This sweet ride was photographed near the long-gone graffiti mecca once known as Psycho City! Remember when there was graffiti in San Francisco? I miss that shit. I miss the wild places with broken windows, the feral weeded lots and crumbling brick…I miss the shopping carts and the overpass…

I miss the city, and this city’s missing soul.

Party like it’s 1997!

Posted in Bars, gone forever, nightlife with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 28, 2011 by Jenner Davis

While I was digging up the graveyard last night, I found this old flier for a show at the Trocadero back in ’97. Back then it seemed like there was live music going on everywhere! I never thought SOMA would ever become such a douchebag’s paradise.

C’est la vie.

Fallen Jukebox Hero

Posted in gone forever, History, Kindred souls, San Francisco, Who Is SF? with tags , , , , on February 17, 2011 by Jenner Davis

In a previous post, “The Forgotten Fringe“, I mentioned Grimes Poznikov, otherwise known as The Human Jukebox. He was a San Francisco legend in his time, and a friend of mine after his downfall. I was sad to only recently learn of his lonely death, 6 years after the fact, and his story stands as reminder of how unkind the world can be.

Read more about him here here, and here.

Goodbye, Grimes, and thanks for the music.

 

No Shame

Posted in nightlife with tags , , , , on February 13, 2011 by Jenner Davis

VCR got drunk, started takin’ off her clothes in the middle of the street. We had to ditch her.

A Gloomy Satanic Sunday

Posted in Art, Kindred souls, nightlife, Sounds of San Francisco with tags , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2011 by Jenner Davis

One winter, years ago, I was at the Elbo Room for Anton LaVey’s daughter Karla’s annual Black X-mas party. Upon my arrival upstairs, a random,  small toilet plunger flew from out of nowhere like a me-seeking missile, and bounced hilariously off of my chest. A direct hit!  As I turned, laughing, to head back towards the stage, Miss LaVey (who also seemed to come from out of nowhere) bumped smack into me and spilled my drink all over my shoes. Apologies, names, and pleasantries were exchanged, then, with no more than a snap of her fingers, she had my drink replaced. And she even made it a double!

And THAT, kids, is the story of how I was baptized by the sweetheart Spawn of  Satan(ists).

Now, please enjoy this video of  Anton LaVey’s hauntingly beautiful rendition of the suicide classic, “Gloomy Sunday,” set to scenes from Polanski’s masterpiece of madness, Repulsion. It’s the final track off of his album Strange Music (which can be heard in its entirety here),  and features the vocals of his then special lady friend, Blanche Barton. It’s amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uAeWST9En4

Big thanks to icoulddietomorrow for turning me on to this treasure.

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