This week's edition features the rowdy rebirth of one of San Francisco's most iconic bars, a basement punk rock show, and a film festival screening that made us rethink what acting is all about. Read all about it below, and scroll to the bottom for a few recommendations on upcoming events.
The basement of this Bernal Heights record shop is one of San Francisco's weird rooms. You know the type . A wicker chair in one corner, string lights hanging from the ceiling, graffiti lining exposed wooden beams. Knickknacks seem to spawn from the void. The ceiling is low, the floor uneven and the speakers alarmingly loud. You enter through an unmarked door, which leads down a long, dark hallway. You then emerge into a small, fenced-in backyard, complete with a rudimentary garden, walk past the punks swigging PBR tallboys and slip through the basement door, which yawns like the mouth of a cave.
A handful of local and not-so-local bands played at the basement last Friday. But the guests of honor were the Fleshies, an Oakland punk act whom my downstairs neighbor, a longtime San Franciscan, referred to as "the best Bay Area punk band." They've been around since the 1990s and now play only a few shows a year. The old Fleshies fans came out of the woodwork. One audience member even brought a baby, who sat on his lap in the wicker chair like a pale lump in a pair of protective earmuffs.
John No, the vocalist, came out with googly eyes stuck all over his face. He spent about as much time rolling around on the floor as standing up. (He really loved that floor.) At one point, his head ended up wrapped inside one guy's T-shirt; at another, he did a two-minute headstand while yelping out lyrics. All before 7 p.m.! Not a bad start to the weekend. — Timothy Karoff
There are certain concerts that years later I find myself saying — like an edge-losing frontman of a re-re-reunited rock band — "I was there." The Cindy Lee show at Make Out Room last week might just be one of those shows.
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