Thursday, June 6, 2019

RAINBOW COBBLERS-these boots are made for walking

RAINBOW COBBLERS-these boots are made for walking

BACK IN THE MID-1960'S IN SAN FRANCISCO, AND WITHOUT JUDGEMENT THERE WERE BASICALLY as always a call to how one would dress and the current fashion; what one was comfortable in both fit and comfort and your self-expression. There was always innovation; even how one dresses comes from an art form.
The bands were being seen more so, if not locally in concerts then on television and the Stones were just way too cool in their style of dress...as one would expect most bands set trends within small groups before it became mainstream as it was almost a right to go to concerts. It was part of the escape, part of the culture-or sub-culture if you will, that was to use a cliché, "a scene, or the scene for many", I digress.
North Beach was a cool place with several book stores and coffee houses, both having indoor or outdoor seating and little unique stores...this was where the beat era (beatnik) was in full swing back in the 50's and left its imprint here, book stores with poet readings, and much tea and coffee to sip.
Well, I knew at the time I was having difficulty finding shoes I liked. It did look as if they came off the shelves of a department store with every other Tom, Dick, and Harry wearing them (I was young and didn't want to fit in the niche of whatever the stores let people buy-as best I could).
Well the quandary had come up and I could not find any shoes that really appealed to me. There were stores where various seamstresses had their clothes that were of unique clothes and patterns, then form fitting in cut and the way they were sewn. There were imports from England as that was the trendsetter, as it were, and the designs came from Europe, but mainly England, such as Granny Takes A Trip. And were quite pricey, luckily artistes, the local seamstresses used the London designs adding their style in various materials; some of silk or satin with unique patterns like birds or art-deco-or just unique in itself. You could also had the other extreme-go from subtle to stripes of various sizes and bold colors. Pants we either bell bottoms in various degrees or flared, I like flared never really a bell bottom person; and not a fan of floods either usually like an English cut where the cuffs angled longer in the back to cover your shoes or boots perfectly. Socks, other than being white, were open season, but generally dark and not too short, especially with boots. So choices were not limitless but a small and ever-changing supply of "cool" clothes for the few stores that catered to that crowd; for me, innovative at the least there was The Boot Hook, Middle Earth, Mom's Apple Grave, North Beach Leather (for those who wanted Jim Morrisons tight leather or snakeskin pants and for (although not my taste) unique not only suede but leather and unique colors-fringed jackets and vests.
Not so with shoes, years later in L.A., I found Capezios (ballet shoes-but I put street soles if I could and rubber taps on the heels) black seamless, and some soft leather shoe that added no height and fit everything. But by late 60's in San Francisco, I had the hardest time.....going to North Beach, for me, was usually a solo experience; although my road dog, Bart and I would do coffee houses and book stores as he had introduced me to the area. My solace would be a walk through Chinatown but more so through North Beach.....always remember hearing the fog horn there and sometimes the fog accompanied it. There was a solace there, bright lights from the strip clubs and conversely the book stores and indoor and outdoor coffee houses being more subtle yet still calling you. There were always unique shops there and one's mind would wander and their body too if something caught your eye. On a stroll through North Beach, I did see shoes and boots in the store windows that were nice and basically not in the wing-tip family. In this search for shoes and becoming less and less eventful, I wandered inside.. I thought, "Rainbow Cobblers"...there were some shoes inside on display and someone asked if they could help me. Well, I had seen some boots in the window and was told me they could custom-fit the boots either pull-on or zippered in any color and design I wanted! My mind began to seriously ponder…."Which boots would I want?"
Back then, I was called "Virgo John" more often than just John. Also later in L.A., I lived in an apartment facing the outdoor pool and there were six Johns living there and each with a nick-name so you knew it was you they wanted. I asked if I could get a Virgo sign put on the top side of the boot about two inches in orange. I wanted a deep purple boot, zippered on the inner side, stacked leather heel (but not overly high) with a leather sole slightly thicker than usual. The answer was, "No problem" then my feet were each measured; in all areas and then rechecked. The total cost was a bit over $100.00, which today would make that price paltry(and unbeknownst to me, these boots lasted for years and years and never really worse for the wear). I offered a deposit for the shoes and it was about two weeks before I would pick them up, and it was time for me to come up with the rest of the money. As fate would have it, I had found a pair of shoes in the interim.
The big day came and off to Rainbow Cobblers and as I arrived, I looked at the boots and they were nice. I tried them on and they fit like a glove; the leather was sturdy by not hard. My foot fit well but not binding and a nice zipper that was hidden by the flap just as I ordered (made it look like a solid boot). As I took off the boot, I had to do a double take, the orange Virgo sign was very well set into the leather on the top of the boot just I had ordered. The only problem, they had put the Virgo signs in backward. To say the least, bummed, but they said they would make another pair with the correct placing of the Virgo sign. I think they gave me a small discount for the extra wait for the new boots.
Two weeks passed and as I approached the shop and looked in the window, there were my purple boots with the backward orange Virgo signs.
( the photo had me with the boots but hard to see)

A VISIT TO A REHEARSAL AND GUESS WHO WAS PLAYING LED ZEPPLIN


A VISIT TO A REHEARSAL AND THEN GUESS WHO WAS PLAYING......

It could happen anywhere, but this happened to be in L.A. You just have days where you feel nothing much out of the ordinary is going to happen, which to a degree, is that fine balance in life where you truly can enjoy those unexpected moments. This was in 1976 during the week ….
The day was quiet and I drove out to visit a few friends; West Hollywood was both actors, musicians, writers, many a varied artist, and a gay community that thrived. I went to visit a friend who was a roadie, and his wife, and we had coffee and caught up on things going on around the community, a tidbit of gossip here and there. (May have gone to Canters for bagels beforehand so as to have an addition to the coffee) My friend was to go on the road after working some local debuts for the band, Detective. I knew the band and a few were friends of mine. Seems my whole life I knew musicians, so times upon meeting other musicians they'd ask if I played and my response always was, "a mean stereo". But mostly we enjoyed the same bands and knew the history of bands and songs so having a conversation just fell together. During my S.F. days and how I enjoyed dressing had only been changed a bit by the stores and artisans, the seamstresses and the unique and sometimes the "I lucked out" and there had been one or two either shipped to the store or a seamstress had made a few. In that sense, I blended into the music scene and wasn't that judgmental on what one might wear. Nothing ever seemed that out of the ordinary, at least to me, but probably innovative for that time-era and some set trends or took trends and added their personal touch, which is what any artesian would do, whatever their art.
Went down La Cienega Blvd, which had clothes stores that were unique and some were good for the stage others just unique fashions and there were several clothing stores that had some seamstress employed there, one time, I guess they had gotten a few yards of some really detailed satin and made long sleeved shirts, but only had enough material for about 1 or 2 of each unique color and pattern.
With great hesitation, I could only afford one shirt and there were two that had caught my eye…finally I purchased the dark green satin shirt with little embossed birds a slight darker green as the pattern. I learned later that the older materials were not doused or treated in any way so if you soiled the shirt, the stain was removed successfully. Some of the items were not my style, but for the stage or to make a particular statement, the trademark was for some a treasure. Those days were more form-fitting, more of the English style tailoring so the sewing and material had to be pristine and of good material or you'd have big, big problems which no one would enjoy, pants or shirts bursting or ripping just had to be prevented as these were worn daily and not just some fashion show garb (at least in a sense).
As a side note, the Gap, you know the chain store, well the one in west Hollywood was different as it appeared the managers would order some unique clothes and shoes not found at the average Gap store. As you can see, artisans tended to have more products in stores and there were some of the "off the rack items", but interspersed with other unique items.
This next part is a bit "fuzzy" but a friend had called my friend, Michael, and I can't remember if I went to his place or we met at the studio. Nonetheless, we went to a studio on Santa Monica Blvd or about, it could have been the record plant or another studio, I think I had been there once to see some friends rehearse new songs. Well, I had thought there was a rehearsal for the band he was in, Detective, for which Michael had played lead guitar with Steppenwolf, (I had seen him play at the Avalon Ballroom when the band was called The Sparrow 10 years before) there was another singer, the other Michael played with at Silverhead. The bass player, Bobby, had played with Sugarloaf and Etta James, the drummer Jon also sang and was in Hokus Pokus and Tony had played with Yes. All had played in other bands and also some sessions.
They were the only band besides Bad Company to be signed by Swan Song (Led Zepplins label) and were going on tour with Kiss; and playing local events with press releases, some showcasing the band.
As we walked into the recording studio entrance, Michael knew which rehearsal room we were going to. At that time, and even today with design changes, everything was muted by runs, soundproofs sometimes going down the hallway with too heavy wood on the walls on way to the studio. Studios were closed off and unless you were inside, you wouldn't know who or what was going on in terms of rehearsing or recording. We made our way down the corridors (sort of maze to a degree) then we stopped at a rehearsal studio door where there were two large dudes that towered over us. We are both about six feet tall and lifting weights was a regular pastime. Michael gave his name and the green light came on by the door and we could enter. As we entered, I thought I know that song. On the small rehearsal stage was Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones, and Jon was on drums and they were playing Kashmir. As we went to sit on a couch, there was Robert Plant singing and he was stretched out on the rugged floor (for sound damping) his bottom leg in a cast, he had been in a car accident with his wife in London, hence the ankle cast. They would go through and stop several times if they felt it was either off a bit or wanted to incorporate a new nuance at that point. After playing several partial segments of Kashmir, they played the entire song. Since it was in a studio, a space that really wasn't large enough, the intensity of the song was astounding! You could hear the sound. It was dampened to prevent echoes with sound bouncing off the walls; the sounds were crisp and clear. The symbols drove the song to the guitar and highs and lows to the bass, and with Plant singing it was a unique experience. We both watched. Plant said, "hi" to Michael and he introduced me. The focus was on rehearsal as there was a tour coming up soon and they had the film "The Song Remains The Same" opening soon and the bands' upcoming "Presence Tour" in 1977.
They played their standard, and their anthem, 'Stairway to Heaven", which was mesmerizing as one would expect. Between Jon came over and said, "hi" and drank some water (always the vegetarian and healthy eater. The polar opposite of his brother who was their head roadie) and we asked if Jon might need a ride and he didn't, if I remember correctly, that is. I can't remember if I left by myself or if Michael left too. I'm thinking we both left at the same time…
So there was a surprise one evening during the week's lazy-hazy days in L.A.


DETECTIVE



JIMMY PAGE


REHEARSING




JOHN PAUL JONES



ROBERT PLANT

A VISIT TO A REHEARSAL AND THEN GUESS WHO WAS PLAYING......

It could happen anywhere, but this happened to be in L.A. You just have days where you feel nothing much out of the ordinary is going to happen, which to a degree, is that fine balance in life where you truly can enjoy those unexpected moments. This was in 1976 during the week ….
The day was quiet and I drove out to visit a few friends; West Hollywood was both actors, musicians, writers, many a varied artist, and a gay community that thrived. I went to visit a friend who was a roadie, and his wife, and we had coffee and caught up on things going on around the community, a tidbit of gossip here and there. (May have gone to Canters for bagels beforehand so as to have an addition to the coffee) My friend was to go on the road after working some local debuts for the band, Detective. I knew the band and a few were friends of mine. Seems my whole life I knew musicians, so times upon meeting other musicians they'd ask if I played and my response always was, "a mean stereo". But mostly we enjoyed the same bands and knew the history of bands and songs so having a conversation just fell together. During my S.F. days and how I enjoyed dressing had only been changed a bit by the stores and artisans, the seamstresses and the unique and sometimes the "I lucked out" and there had been one or two either shipped to the store or a seamstress had made a few. In that sense, I blended into the music scene and wasn't that judgmental on what one might wear. Nothing ever seemed that out of the ordinary, at least to me, but probably innovative for that time-era and some set trends or took trends and added their personal touch, which is what any artesian would do, whatever their art.
Went down La Cienega Blvd, which had clothes stores that were unique and some were good for the stage others just unique fashions and there were several clothing stores that had some seamstress employed there, one time, I guess they had gotten a few yards of some really detailed satin and made long sleeved shirts, but only had enough material for about 1 or 2 of each unique color and pattern.
With great hesitation, I could only afford one shirt and there were two that had caught my eye…finally I purchased the dark green satin shirt with little embossed birds a slight darker green as the pattern. I learned later that the older materials were not doused or treated in any way so if you soiled the shirt, the stain was removed successfully. Some of the items were not my style, but for the stage or to make a particular statement, the trademark was for some a treasure. Those days were more form-fitting, more of the English style tailoring so the sewing and material had to be pristine and of good material or you'd have big, big problems which no one would enjoy, pants or shirts bursting or ripping just had to be prevented as these were worn daily and not just some fashion show garb (at least in a sense).
As a side note, the Gap, you know the chain store, well the one in west Hollywood was different as it appeared the managers would order some unique clothes and shoes not found at the average Gap store. As you can see, artisans tended to have more products in stores and there were some of the "off the rack items", but interspersed with other unique items.
This next part is a bit "fuzzy" but a friend had called my friend, Michael, and I can't remember if I went to his place or we met at the studio. Nonetheless, we went to a studio on Santa Monica Blvd or about, it could have been the record plant or another studio, I think I had been there once to see some friends rehearse new songs. Well, I had thought there was a rehearsal for the band he was in, Detective, for which Michael had played lead guitar with Steppenwolf, (I had seen him play at the Avalon Ballroom when the band was called The Sparrow 10 years before) there was another singer, the other Michael played with at Silverhead. The bass player, Bobby, had played with Sugarloaf and Etta James, the drummer Jon also sang and was in Hokus Pokus and Tony had played with Yes. All had played in other bands and also some sessions.
They were the only band besides Bad Company to be signed by Swan Song (Led Zepplins label) and were going on tour with Kiss; and playing local events with press releases, some showcasing the band.
As we walked into the recording studio entrance, Michael knew which rehearsal room we were going to. At that time, and even today with design changes, everything was muted by runs, soundproofs sometimes going down the hallway with too heavy wood on the walls on way to the studio. Studios were closed off and unless you were inside, you wouldn't know who or what was going on in terms of rehearsing or recording. We made our way down the corridors (sort of maze to a degree) then we stopped at a rehearsal studio door where there were two large dudes that towered over us. We are both about six feet tall and lifting weights was a regular pastime. Michael gave his name and the green light came on by the door and we could enter. As we entered, I thought I know that song. On the small rehearsal stage was Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones, and Jon was on drums and they were playing Kashmir. As we went to sit on a couch, there was Robert Plant singing and he was stretched out on the rugged floor (for sound damping) his bottom leg in a cast, he had been in a car accident with his wife in London, hence the ankle cast. They would go through and stop several times if they felt it was either off a bit or wanted to incorporate a new nuance at that point. After playing several partial segments of Kashmir, they played the entire song. Since it was in a studio, a space that really wasn't large enough, the intensity of the song was astounding! You could hear the sound. It was dampened to prevent echoes with sound bouncing off the walls; the sounds were crisp and clear. The symbols drove the song to the guitar and highs and lows to the bass, and with Plant singing it was a unique experience. We both watched. Plant said, "hi" to Michael and he introduced me. The focus was on rehearsal as there was a tour coming up soon and they had the film "The Song Remains The Same" opening soon and the bands' upcoming "Presence Tour" in 1977.
They played their standard, and their anthem, 'Stairway to Heaven", which was mesmerizing as one would expect. Between Jon came over and said, "hi" and drank some water (always the vegetarian and healthy eater. The polar opposite of his brother who was their head roadie) and we asked if Jon might need a ride and he didn't, if I remember correctly, that is. I can't remember if I left by myself or if Michael left too. I'm thinking we both left at the same time…
So there was a surprise one evening during the week's lazy-hazy days in L.A.


DETECTIVE



JIMMY PAGE


REHEARSING




JOHN PAUL JONES



ROBERT PLANT

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE INDIE FILMS BACK IN THE HAIGHT

              

HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE INDIE FILMS BACK IN THE HAIGHT

how i learned to love indies, foreign & mainstream film as a teenager in San Francisco...
as a kid, i guess we went to alot of movies, as t.v. was not a favorite or a mainstay in our house probably in 1960 started seeing movies, i remember the big screens and "it's a mad,mad, mad world-the big CinemaScope screen. ..when the original pink panther came out-they was a promotion where the was pink champagne, pink popcorn, candy or promo items i wish i still had oddly enough it was really early in the morning as i recall...horror, western, Hercules abounded...and cartoons...and coming attractions for days....if you could hear the film, that wad considered state of the art...so a lot of movies in s.f. about 50cents to get in ..a buck for fancy theaters....a quarter would get you stuff to eat, unless you snuck some in...my mom would bring a back of stuff...as a kid ya wanted to get something at the snack bar...it doesn't scar ya...just relish the few times you did. now fast forward about 6 years
now my best friend bart and i during high school were offered a job running a theater in the haight ashbury...how this came about i can not recall but we were shown the place and given keys to the cinemateque (sp) bart had run projectors in school and said he'd show me how to run the projector and splice film...we didn't realize we ran the whole deal from opening to selling goodies, stash the cash (credit cards weren't even a concept) clean up, close run a slide show/light show at intermission and passed out flyers. the odd thing, we never saw the people who ran it after the first day we opened...it was an "art house" film theater, not sure if bart was as esoteric, as pragmatic and saw nude women there. one of the films "el topo" alejandro judorowsky-shirley clarke-and foreign films this was about 35 years ago....but it did put the seed of interest in non-traditional films in me...then with angela i saw kwaidan and was blown away-there was another Japanese film also and that and the work at that theatre started my love for film, not only mainstream, but independent, not widely released, art house and foreign.....but the way...after being paid weekly..it stopped suddenly, can't remember but i think we deposited the till everyday at the bank.....and we had about a month go by.....and we decided that the slide projectors and a few other things, after being unable to contact anyone and still depositing the money daily- were close to a trade off as we were informed the rent wasn't paid on the theatre and the doors were closing in a few days...so there was the catalyst that made films a world as deep as books, emotional if that was to be conveyed, a look to see i wanted as mad as i thought or in the scope of things did it really matter......you get a piece of life from films as you do books, except with books the film is in your head as the director, with films there's a directors who leads you there..but let's you take it the rest of the way smiles

A TRIP TO L.A. IN THE MID 60'S FROM SAN FRANCISCO WITH MY ROAD DOG BART

A TRIP TO L.A. IN THE MID 60'S FROM SAN FRANCISCO WITH MY ROAD DOG BART

Now it is always fun (in a perverse sense) to date one’s self. Now this is s.f. in the mid-60’s while living in San Francisco. Mid 1960’s or so….
Youth does make us adventurous , and putting our heads together, and conjuring up a trip to l.a.
So with a minimum of planning…..or what we considered planning off we went….
my dad lived in l.a. and we asked if we could stay over for a day, he was also a master chef so knew food wasn’t a problem…
(now this order may be out of sync but did happen) that evening, probably after a great meal from pops we headed out the hullabaloo (later to become the Aquarius theater ironically some of the icon bands lived around there and jammed), on sunset near vine…(I also found later-out they had a sunrise jam from 1 to 6 am, t other locals jammed for free then & the doors, love, Alice cooper,iron butterfly and more)
Now this was on TV, probably produced by dick Clark…there were go-go dancers, might have been in cages, with those white go-go boots-and all the trappings..
The strawberry alarm clock played their claim to fame was “incense and peppermints”….hmmmmmm…that’s old school sorta just about the start of hippies and you hear the song once in a while on rock stations…
Anyhow, we felt like we were at American bandstand…deal…
And that wasn‘t us……not out of arrogance …just dorky or even beyond for us…the music was o.k. but I don‘t remember what we heard…the crowd was l.a. not the s.f. crowd we were used to…in those days….we called people from l.a. plastic…or plastic-fantastic…..oddly enough I was actually born in l.a. in temple hospital. And then 3 or 4 years later moved to l.a.
So after concerts at the Fillmore, the Avalon ballroom (family dog), free concert in golden gate park (speedway meadows?)
This was a completely different setting, different people some cool and friendly most stand-offish not the Haight-Ashbury “EVERYONE” IS YOUR BROTHER OR SISTER…
So we exited stage left….back to pop’s in the parlance of the day “crash” at my dad’s pad…being a seasoned master chef he was out the door at about 4 that morning ……
So, lack so sleep, nor snow no hail nor gale winds nor dark of night was gonna stop us for us making our way to Hollywood and west Hollywood, the actual sunset strip area….
Got going we went thru Hollywood and headed out to the “strip“……and as to be expected, we got sidetracked and ended up on Santa Monica blvd…..(don’t think it was Melrose )
So sight-seeing and lost we were headed to the sunset strip …at least in the right direction, by no means by design….so we passed this one place and we could hear someone playing music…I can remember looking inside and saw some band….(we learned later it was the troubadour) so we listened for a while and watched them thru the door…
A while later ….back in s.f. we heard the band on the radio….is was the buffalo Springfield…..probably hear several of their songs before the album was recorded…
Just one of those cool but eerie webs of life that hold all events everything is it’s own sync…..that had us walk that way…..
We walked a bit more and looked in a bar, empty, but it had a wall of beers available (years later I went there, not a beer person, but with some friends and marveled at the variety that was there had to be well over a hundred, if not 2)..
We meandered to the more well know sunset strip and I remember there was a big statue of bull winking and I think he was holding rocky……there was a jay ward-store there…..
We saw the whiskey a go-go (later named the whiskey) ay Clark and sunset…. There was gazarris…Pandora’s box…and other clubs…this was our first intro and later in time one of my hangouts when in l.a.
More stories to come…….p.s. in the last story I told you of the pants Bart and I got well here they are …this is a photo of a band from l.a. in the 60’s with our pants…








1981: Getting Mowed on Gazzarri's Lawn








1981: Crüe Takes a Bathroom Break


Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Noe Street San Francisco and Blue Cheer Noe Street was like many areas in San Francisco in the 60's

Noe Street San Francisco and Blue Cheer



Noe Street was like many areas in San Francisco in the 60's, with rows of Victorian homes usually three stories. Many homes had an entrance on each floor, and dwelling within. Depending on the owners, sometimes homes were painted to catch your eye, and imagination. Moreso as the more mundane but being Victorian architecture always offered unique touches, like rounded windows, a turret, and the structures always had little details unique to the structure, the large homes albeit mansions tended to be more towards different areas more upscale and more property with large Victorian homes that were a delight to look upon and if you got a peek inside, some unique custom work with large fireplaces and ornate molding (that were sometimes shelves) and widows that were specially designed and the room varied from sweeping to small but cool.. .
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Back then we lived on the second floor so you had a one-story stairway walk-up and used a buzzer to open the door. And of course some people created their own buzz patterns so you'd know who was at the door, or go to the front room and look out the window of the main bedroom to see who it was and always someone would try to hide in a blind spot, just because. And down the hall another bedroom, a bath room with tub and then another bedroom-the way the building was structured there were windows in each bedroom facing the bathroom and windows on each side of the bathroom. I would think for air rather than for view, unless someone was a bit of an exhibitionist while in the tub. Going down the hall you entered the kitchen and to the right was a decent sized living room. There was a small landing outside with stairs leading up or down. There was a yard, but the owners lived downstairs and that was their backyard and at that point in time, it didn't matter to any of us.
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The front bedroom was cool because the front was rounded and then the window glass themselves was curved to flow with the room as an extension was like a turret-i can't imagine where one would purchase or the cost of a curved window glass today. The window opened and closed like an outer shell and there were cool ledges (and shelves if wanted)and scrollwork with little details you wouldn't see today unless custom design.
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At the time (considered a bit high), rent cost was $125.00 a month and that included utilities and trash services. A mere pittance today, but back in 1967 ish that was serious cash to rent a pad. Somehow I had rented it and at the time I had roommates most of the time.
Will get back to that in a bit.

Dickie
It wasn't a poor area, but not really a wealthy one either. It was a San Francisco neighborhood, a few blocks from the Church Street cable car that was on tracks and went through a tunnel. Taking the cable car was always fun. People were friendly and it was almost a separate universe or like a slow spaceship as you watched people on the streets. And a nice park, that allowed dogs up a few blocks from Noe (a lot of movies use the park for shots of a park in S.F. with the hills of Victorians as a background)

Dickie on the left and Paul on the right
My road dog, Bart and I had decided to see Blue Cheer and it was at the original Fillmore Auditorium in September of 1967 (I will have the poster at the bottom) with Vanilla Fudge and the Sunshine Company. We got there and parking even then was a task so we parked about 3 blocks away and heard Blue Cheer from there as we climbed out of the car, one of those funny Volvos that looked like it belonged in a World War II movie. As we got closer the sound grew (we were sure people in the neighborhood had a few choice words about the volume the next day, no doubt). Once we got to the line queuing to get inside the sound was just below a supersonic jet roar.
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We purchased our tickets and once we arrived at the dance, sitting on the floor. it had subsided only because Blue Cheer was in between songs and we happily braced ourselves for more music at maximum volume. It may not have been the summertime blues, but the force and drive of the song was closely related and we watched until the end of the set, and with ears slightly ringing went to the snack bar to get juice or something. There was also Vanilla Fudge and The Sunshine Company. Donovan was playing but at a larger venue, the Cow Palace and it was only on Friday and it was out of the way and we liked Donovan, but not that much at the time.
Usually there were three bands, sometimes four. Those days and those concerts would have Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Santana , Quicksilver Messenger Service as part of the bill and more locals like a beautiful day, Moby Grape; but then too, The Doors, the Sparrow (Steppenwolf). I will be sure to add a list of bands at the end to see if you remember those days.
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Saw them at the avalon ballroom too, many times , when we did the puppet show with Bart and Tony. The puppets were under a black light so they glowed (we did add little bits of fluorescent paint) and generally danced to the music playing at the time and the light show people were right next to us. There is a blog coming up about that.
Now, back to Noe Street...I had lived in the area for a while...with friends as roommates…across the street…and even with girls I knew that wanted a roomie who wasn't weird. And one girl I was seeing sort of steady lived at home. I knew the area and saw the sign go up for rent and had said "hello" to the owners' son on occasion. and the timing was good as I had wanted my own place and had been thinking about it and it was time. In short, how I landed in the Noe Street flat.

Noe park today, it was always a cool view
There were a few times when, the roach motel became a reality- you would go into the kitchen and there would be umpteen roaches everywhere, as they climbed walls and ceilings like a champ. Turn on the light and they would scatter "like roaches" do. There came a time the issue was being dealt with but as with most landlords, always the cheapest and usually ineffective way..so in the interim...we would get cans with aerosol spray of some type and light the spray and it became a blow torch of sorts and became exterminators ourselves. As the saying goes-good luck with "scattering roaches" they seem to just vanish, at least when you are after them.
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 THE FILLMORE AUDITORIUM ORIGINAL
There had been a few people I had put up to help them out. I remember a fellow named Bob-known as Dogman. He was a funny guy but had some bad drug issues. Drugs back then were basically pot, hashish and kifir (a lighter version of hashish) and there were psychedelic drugs, LSD, Ozzleys stp and acid with was considered the bomb by most purists-and many more with color and pet names. Trips from these drugs were always hallucinations and a lot of soul searching-sometimes paranoia and "coming down" made hangovers look docile. Originally made by Sandoz in 1938 as a blood stimulant and in the 1960's, The Merry Tripsters-(Ken Kesey) became Timothy Leary's anthem "Tune In and Drop Out". The military experimented and ended up banning it because they saw no use for the military because it didn't work for population control or upon "targeted people" of course add in the factor it was part of the anti-establishment culture. Cocaine was around but was not commonplace  or in high demand-heroin had always been around, but more so in poor non-white neighborhoods but was now slowly coming into the drug scene, many of theories, including Air America and CIA bringing the drugs into to help crush the counter-culture as a threat to the establishment. Mainly from Mexico, the China white came and both far more potent and addictive.
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Timothy Leary and the Merry Tripsters

Back to Dogman-was christened to Bob as he would get hammered and dance with the house dog, Sport, or porster-port as I and others called him, as his happy dance because he got some heroin, this was my first close contact with heroin and didn't want any at that time. And as I watched Bob deteriorate and transform into a liar and scandalous- fate intervened and he went to jail and was not heard from for quite a while.
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The era did offer incense burning in the house, jasmine was my favorite. There were a lot of scarves pinned to walls and tapestries...most furniture was from thrift stores...rarely new. But some of it was pretty cool as older and unique in design. So the house was furnished, and yes the "roach" problem was finally taken care of once the basement was cleaned and sprayed to the expense and chagrin of the owners. Looking out the front window, there was just San Francisco Victorian homes up and down the block. Now this wasn't too far from Castro Valley or as loving called the "Swish Alps" a large gay community and had some really cool stores both new and established. You learn in life that people are people, maybe not like you…but so what, if there's no harm, not my business. Actually it never phased me or Bart, my road dog, as his sister was gay and was a kind person and always nice to us. So we say, never a threat from the gay community to either of us or our masculinity, because we had already looked at people as people, and we were sarcastic. But where it was duly deserved, as in life you learn person to person, encounter to encounter, and there are your life lessons…you get burned at times but you learn too, and generalization is its own trap.
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Castro Valley in the 1960's

How my renting the rooms to Dickie, the bass player from Blue Cheer and Paul, the drummer, and their girlfriends came about is hard to remember, but it happened-no judgement here, i do not walk on water, but they had a bad drug problem. Dickie had his base and a small Marshall amp and would play once in a while (thankfully not at full volume) I do believe they attended rehearsals, I was invited but knew how loud it would be and I had had Dickie play the bass line to most of their sound at the house so that was enough for me and I had seen them live many times before this. Never saw Leigh Stevens around, the guitarist, as he had said he was drug free and this seemed to be true (booze wasn't considered a drug then) and when he had indulged, his voice was so raspy it was really hard to follow when he talked to you as he eventually nodded out, whereas Paul kept to himself. It was an eye-opener to me in the hard world of addiction. Both their girlfriends went out and came back with money and I'll leave that up to your imagination what they did to get the money. I had them there for several months and got along with them but also saw what being sick was like and not the most appealing but it's funny, not all lessons are learned right off, their girlfriends were nice, but at times stand-offish especially when sick-and then one day i came home and they were gone-and forgot that i had rent money owed me, it was $50.00 but at that time that was a fair amount of cash-oh well chalk it up to experience. they reformed minus Leigh Stephens and player until Paul Whaley's death in local clubs and such, and Dickie Peterson has passed away also-they blew out marshall arms and that isn't too surprising, they were loud, ground-shaking, building andshaking loud and had garnered the title as the fathers of metal rock as time went on, the made it on american bandstand and played all San Francisco venues and nationally and we know worldwide, fame can be a bit of a fleeting thing, Bowie sang about that. Nonetheless they are legends in rock and roll and broke boundaries and are still listened to today.
and this is the Blue Cheer story on Noe Street...
and here are some bands from that era, you may have seen or heard..
I saw them and in a way we take things for granted and too, it was the scene at the time…
here is the Concert written about.....

Blue Cheer Poster

The Electric Flag
Flaming Groovies
Big Mama Thorton
Chamber Brothers
Steve mILLER bLUES bAND (WITH bOZ sCaggs)
tHE dAILY fLASH
Country Joe and T =he Fish
The Doors
jOHN lEE hOOkER
iROn BuTTERFLY
leE mICHAELS
sOUl surVIVORS
MOther eARTH
SONs of cHaplin
dAN HickS
chARLES LLYOD
jiM kWESkin juG bANd
Mt. RUShmorE
KALEdiscopE
HOwlin' WOlf
JameS COTTon BLUes BAnd
ByrDs
spIRT
siR douGLAS quiNTET
CHArltans
OXFord CIrcle
THe GrASS ROots
GREat SOCiety
Bo DIddley
CHARLie MusslewHITE
jOhn MayALL BLues Band
ELvin BisHOP
VelVET UNDERgroUND
TAj maHAL
BUddy gUY
PAUl buTTERielD
SOpwith caMEL
CAPtain BeefHEArt
THe youNGBLoodS
caNNEd hEat
junIOR welLS
dr JOHn and the nIGHT trIPPERs
aLL Men JoY
ACE Of cuPs
bIG BROther and the HolDING Company
leoN ruSSEL
ritCHIE HAvens
vaN MORRisON
JimI HENdriX EXPEriejncE
The ROllING STones
THE GReatfuL deAD
c s n and Y
to naMe a Few