Heading up Broadway towards
First Friday, a medium-sized pack of neighborhood kids on various trick bicycles with boom boxes attached- behind them a smaller band of art kids on not-trick bikes video-taping them. Telegraph was obscenely packed. Do I remeber a time when the Murmur was "about the art" (probably not)? Saw an SF friend in Mama Buzz and he kept exclaiming "Oakland's kind of cool and... relaxed". The band tried playing a short busking set, but RPS kept coming outside and telling us they'd get a ticket if we didn't stop. Apparently,
OPD has the manpower to patrol rowdy art school dropouts on a Friday night now.
Playing Stork Club was fun, better than any date on the road. We did two encores, after the second one I took the mic and said: "We've been to Portland. We've been to Olympia. We've been to Seattle. They all fucking sucked. Oakland, motherfucker." Crowd went apeshit, and handed me a PBR tall can (uggh). Good thing I didn't tell them I meant Oakland, Or.
(just kidding)
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