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What the HELL is wrong with people?

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, July 5, 2007 06:25pm | Post a Comment
I'm very shaken by this story, so I will just re-post the story from SFGate.com, in hopes that someone will come forward with a name ...

(07-05) 17:33 PDT SAN FRANCISCO -- The 16-year-old drummer of a San Francisco punk rock band was seriously injured Wednesday night when fireworks thrown by someone at Dolores Park exploded near her right hand, police said.

It occurred shortly before 10 p.m. as Roisin Isner, who has played drums with the band Tinkture since 2004, and an unidentified girl watched San Francisco's fireworks display from a hill in Dolores Park in the city's Mission District.

"They were just sitting there chatting, then they saw a bright flash between them and the girl started screaming," said San Francisco police Sgt. Steve Mannina.

Police began canvassing the park for witnesses as paramedics tended to Roisin's hand and transported her to San Francisco General Hospital, but investigators didn't find much in the way of witnesses or evidence, Mannina said.

"We don't have a whole lot," he said. "We're definitely looking for more witnesses."

Mannina said police have not determined, and probably cannot determine, just what was thrown at Roisin and the other girl, who was not injured. Tinkture is an all-girl three-piece punk band that was founded in 2002. Roisin didn't know how to play the drums when she joined the band in 2004 after the founding drummer was dumped, according to the band's Web site. The band has performed at some of the area's most well known clubs, including Slims, Bottom of the Hill and 924 Gilman.

(In which we now have something completely different.)

Posted by Job O Brother, July 4, 2007 04:29pm | Post a Comment
There’s few things more annoying than a  Monty Python fan. I should know, I am one.

The first thing I ever saw from this most-famous, British comedy troupe was “The Meaning of Life”, their fourth and final film, released in 1983. I was eight. It was completely inappropriate for a child and I still taunt my older sister for taking me to see it.

Being the baby of the family, I was inevitably stuck with my older sister on dates, so all the films I saw as a child were wrong for my age.

My first film was the whimsical and high-spirited “Reds”, based on real-life American Communist, John Reed, and his affair with a married woman. Tee hee! Next, I remember seeing “Gandhi”, that laugh-a-minute movie that’s warmed the cockles of so many tots. Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” was a memorable evening for me (I was still small enough to hide under my seat); “Mommie Dearest” caused a temporary phobia of wire coat hangers; watching “Sybil” resulted, ironically, in me developing a split personality to handle the memory of seeing it, and imagine my delight at being the only kid in class to say he’d seen “Chariots of Fire”… twice.


Just another childhood cartoon for Job: Pink Floyd's "The Wall"

In my sister’s defense, she did once take me to see a showing of “Bambi” at her college theatre, but the reel broke just after the forest fire that claims Bambi’s Mommy’s life. Whereas the other kids were crying and traumatized by this, I wasn’t phased. After all, what’s one dead deer when I had already witnessed the Jallianwala Bagh Massacre?

But this isn’t therapy and you’re not a psychologist*, so I won’t pursue this tangent.

Roller Blade

Posted by phil blankenship, July 4, 2007 10:18am | Post a Comment
 







New World Video 8602

(In which one of Job's dreams comes true... also a nightmare.)

Posted by Job O Brother, July 3, 2007 05:40pm | Post a Comment

Is it wrong to have Coors Light for breakfast?

This is the question I’m struggling with right now. It’s so cuss-word hot in Hollywood today. It makes it hard to think. I need to write a blog!

I wish Amoeba Music sold Coors Light, then I could just blog about that. I could be drinking it and telling you how I “recommend it” and stuff like that. That would rock.

Oh hey – I saw a great concert the other night. It was the final performance of the True Colors Tour, which started a month ago in Las Vegas and ended at the Greek Theatre in LA, as opposed to the Greek Theatre in San Francisco, where they played the night before.

(The Greek thing is a tip off.)

I got to see Debbie Harry and Cyndi Lauper in the same line-up. Added to that was Erasure; between these three acts I felt as though I was 14 again and had escaped to the city for a concert. Except I was sober and the car wasn’t stolen, so I guess it wasn’t too much like being 14…


Erasure, top; Dresden Dolls, bottom (...you know what I mean.)
The Dresden Dolls also performed, but my sweetheart and I missed it; we were cuddled on a grassy knoll eating the most expensive and, ironically, most horrid cheeseburgers I’ve ever had in my life.

I had never seen so many homos in my life. I’ve never been to Pride or Bed, Bath & Beyond, so this event was the gayest I’ve attended. Of course, Margaret Cho was the host, and as a particularly surreal touch, Cyndi Lauper’s encore was backed-up on drums played by… Rosie O’Donnell?

"WASH ME PLEASE" TAG STANDS TEST OF TIME

Posted by Billyjam, July 3, 2007 10:04am | Post a Comment

So I saw this car parked out in East Oakland -- dusty and dirty and truly in need of a wash and on its window was that age old finger-on-dirty-windscreen tag of WASH ME PLEASE. Wash Me Please with the please dramatically underlined, as if to strongly, but politely stress just how very dirty and in need of a wash this vehicle had become.

I find it interesting that people have been, without fail, tagging those same three words (or just the two words WASH ME) on dirty cars for decades and decades. For as long as people have had cars there's been people who've been neglecting to wash them, and consequently others who've been tirelessly tagging them with that kind reminder.

Forever it seems those exact same words have been written on cars, apparently never going out of style or being modernized with each passing new decade. You'd think they'd be updated to something more in line with contemporary slang, while still packing the urgency and importance of the request. Maybe something like "Wash My Ride Beyoootch!" But hopefully not, as it is nicer this way -- those same old-fashioned, demanding yet civil words with that message WASH ME PLEASE mark a return to both kinder times and to a graffiti tag classic.

 
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