"My favorite is to come home from Zuni's after two drinks at 11 o'clock
at night and get on that beautiful streetcar -- well there's two -- the J
is my favorite, it's like being in Amarcord
to get on it. Then you turn around, and it's full, and every person is
out of their mind -- but in a nice way. It's not scary. The drivers are
insane. Everyone is insane and happy, or even if they're not happy, they
seem -- it's like, ship of fools. It's really a great feeling to be on a
streetcar filled with desire....
"The J is the one that I think is the most beautiful, that goes up in the
hills, that winds its way around like an inch from people's houses. But
what's the old streetcar that runs along market, is that the F?...
"I love that one, too. That's the one coming home from Zuni's. It's the ship of fools, my favorite."
In May 2010, I worked late one night at my office, which was on the edge of Fishermans Wharf. When I got on the F-Market, the conversation in front of me started to escalate pretty quickly into a full-on screaming match, with expletives and name calling. And I happened to have a Sony Bloggie in my pocket.
Notice how she can turn on a dime: "I DON"T HAVE YOUR PHONE! If I did, I would give it back to you. BUT YOU LOST IT!" The thing that you don't see here is what happened right after (because that would have required me to follow them, and I thought that would look a bit stalker-ish). Herman moved up to the front of the car and sat behind the driver. She did not hesitate to follow him up front and sit directly beside him -- not across the aisle, but right beside him. And their demeanor changed entirely. No more yelling. Quiet conversation. No animosity apparent. It's all just part of the magic of city living....
At the F-Market stop the other day, I thought I saw (in my peripheral vision) two cars nearly collide with each other. When I turned to look, it was just an illusion caused by the shiny glass of the Muni stop.
If you never had a chance to attend the Widow's pilgrimage to the graveside of the Emperor Norton (Emperor I of San Francisco and Protector of Mexico), this video should give you a taste of the kind of things that happened on that hill.
Jose Sarria, Her Royal Majesty,
Empress of San Francisco, Jose I, The Widow Norton, passed away this morning. Read the BAR's wonderfully detailed obituary here. And this is how I'll always remember her.
A montage of footage of the San Francisco Lesbian/Gay Freedom Band through 2003, including founder Jon Sims and conductors Jeff Foote, Wayne Love, Jay Kast, Nancy Corporon and Jadine Louie.
Events depicted include:
Concert at Davies Hall (conducted by Jon Sims) 10th Anniversary Concert (conducted by Jeff Foote) 25th Anniversary Concert (conducted by Jadine Louie) Dance Along Nutcrackers (between 1986 and 2003) Both Clinton inaugurations (as part of LGBA) Gay Games San Francisco Dyke March Pink Saturday The wedding of a former band member (1990s) Community concerts at Bethany United Methodist Church The Widow Norton's Pilgrimage Lesbian/Gay Day at an elementary school Community basketball game Concerts in Yerba Buena Gardens (with Mark Leno and Nancy Corporon) 1906 Earthquake commemoration "The Greatest Of Ease" (LGBA concert at Davies) New Year's Day Outreach for Seniors (YMCA) Playing with the Melbourne band on their US tour Fresno Pride
Several days ago, I posted a clip of me and two other band members pretending to play our instruments for a music video. This is that video. We're in the final cut for a few seconds around the 2:15 mark.
This past Sunday, the band was Unit 10 in the parade (read: "we were near the front"), so we finished a bit before noon, and so hit the band's booth at the celebration relatively early in the day. We had also promised Cheer SF that we would play on their stage while all the cheer groups were appearing on the main stage around 2 p.m.
As we were walking through the celebration between the band booth and the Cheer SF stage, three of us encountered a performer wearing a relatively large camera rig, with an SLR pointed at her face, lip-synching to a quiet playback. The video director asked us to jump in behind her and pretend to play our instruments. After a few seconds of our bobbing up and down and all around, he instructed her to start turning in circles and indicated that we should follow her and stay behind her. So we did.
Luckily, Chip was there to capture this brief "making of the music video" clip.
Then, as we walked away, the director ran up and handed me a business card and said, "Here's where the video will be posted when it's finished in a few weeks." For the record, the band's name is Dot Punto, and the performer's name is Katya Lopez. I'll post the final video as soon as I know it's available.
Update 7/13/2013: The video is online and can be viewed on YouTube. We are visible briefly around 2:15.
The Band Came Back - Twice Here is a mash-up of two performances by the San Francisco Lesbian/Gay Freedom Band of the same Sousa number -- once in San Francisco at Ebeneezer Lutheran ("herchurch"), and again two days later in Pacifica at Terra Nova High School. Plagiarized from Heidi Beeler:
The Band’s music librarian,
Kevin Tam, has resurrected an unpublished humoresque from the Sousa
Archives entitled The Band Came Back. The piece was never
recorded and hasn’t been performed since ol’ John Philip himself waved
the baton in front of his own band in the early 1900s. Sousa is famously known as the March King, though more than half of his 320 compositions are anything but. The Band Came Back is a humoresque, which are compositions that feature musical practical
jokes. Known for being a wisecracker, Sousa wrote 14 of these comic
pieces decades before PDQ Bach hit the scene, but only two were ever
published and only three recorded. Premiered in 1895 by the Sousa Band, the
piece opens with a solo oboe playing alone amidst a forest of empty
music stands. Section by section, clarinets, flutes, trumpets, tuba join
him onstage, adding solo quotations from well-known ditties like The Campbells Are Coming,Dixie
and Sousa’s own Washington Post March. By the end, instruments all come
together for a rousing rendition of the finale from Wagner’s Tannhäuser Overture.
After shopping at Macy's Cellar for a cake carrier that isn't the size of a small house (they don't sell any that aren't freakishly huge, by the way), I decided to linger in Union Square and people watch and take some photos to remind me that all the people crowding into Union Square were real people with real lives, not just faceless shoppers or sidewalk obstacles. I mean, they are those things, too, but I thought I'd look at their human side for a few minutes.