Promobabble Frisco Issue

This week’s promobabble will be a bit less coherent than usual because of the “on the road” conditions for using computers.
 
We had promised ourselves not to buy books while traveling, but ya gotta have a book to pass the time when there is down time, so at the SF Library sale on Friday, the first book I bought was K. C. Constantine’s “Family Values.”  The second was James Joyce’s “Dubliners.” 
 
Fragments, stray thoughts, and odd facts will be jumbled together and members of the Promobabble Patrol should be a bit used to such methodology from this writer.  Lurkers will just have to bare with us.
 
 
After writing the last sentence, I glanced in “The Dubliners” and chanced to read this sentence:  “He said that the happiest time of one’s life was undoubtedly one’s schoolboy days and that he would give anything to be young again.”
 
If one were young again and investigating the cultural milieu of a city, there would be a great deal of work to do to find the hidden treasures.  Yea, you can consult a travel book and locate the tried and true, but the challenge is to find the artists who have yet to earn the public’s respect.
 
 

Some scalawag suggested that rather than lament the disappeare dculture of San Francisco, I should be concentrating on finding what is new and innovative and happening now.
 
Some years ago, my Buddy Russ, and I went out on a scouting patrol and wound up looking for attractive members of the opposite sex at a popular place in South Jersey.  As we surveyed the crowd, the house band was working very assiduously to enlive the crowd.  Wondering what it would have been like to be in the Cavern Club when the Beatles were just getting started, it occured to me that most of the young men who had that experience would have probably been much more interested in assessing the ladies than in judging the marketablility of the band.  Years later, while reading about Bruce Springstein and histhe early phase of his carreer, it stated that he had been the house band for a place called the Earlton Bowl in Cherry Hill.  Say, wasn’t that about the same time that Russ tooke me to that very location?  Could it be that rather than the early Beatles, I had overlooked a chance to groove on the early phases of the E-Street band?
 
One had to be aware that there are two kinds of famous artists.  Those who have arrived and are a known commodity and those who have yet to make their mark.  The latter are a bit more accessable that the “stars,” but a bit harder to identify and therein lies the challenge of doing a survey of any contemporary scene.
 
Kurt from the Outlook art Department introduced me to a great many interesting folks in the Tiki Scene in L. A.  He is in SF and if I had the time to look him up and get introduced to some of his new pals in this city then I mihgt meet a future art phenominon. 

Stuff from the Smirking Chimp columns will tell you more about what is happening to BP/Moses/UR and it won’t be cross posted here, so you gotta look that stuff up.

Writing under these conditions (the meter is running on a paid session 30 minutes left) is very hectic and doing the usual stuff like spell check and posting links is time consuming and so, we will mostly skip that sort of stuff.
San Francisco is a great city and blah blah, and blah.
The title of Don Sherwood’s book is Confessions of the World’s Greatest Disk Jockey.  I like that title.
Now, our disk jockey will play Otis Redding’s “Dock of the Bay” 
To be continued . . .
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