The Great American Music Hall
I met Tony at a SF house party where he was playing stand-up bass, while guests made up songs on the spot. Artists, singers, eccentrics, came and went from the makeshift living room stage to perform, laugh, and applaud. There was a revolving door of San Franciscans, waltzing to the beat of Tony’s bass.
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