Chances are, if you’ve made it to Ocean Beach, you’ve made it to the peculiarly hip two-block stretch of Judah Street, home to this writer’s tattoo parlor, Outerlands’ gloriously bread-heavy meals, Trouble Coffee’s fog-defying americanos, a raw food spot, and, of course, a 7-Eleven (no beach should be without one).

Ok, fine, I’m writing about another show that I’m playing. But it’s not my fault that I happen to be playing at the Great American Music Hall (eeeeeeeh!!!) this Wednesday, September 21st, with one of San Francisco’s all-time favorite folk rockers: The Blank Tapes. And to be fair, I’ve never