If UR going 2 SAN FRAN CISCO…. Died, Crucified, Disnified

January 3rd, 2010
Frisco Flora - Dec 09

Frisco Flora - Dec 09

be sure to bring your history book or something that Googles, because you’re not gonna find jack if you’re lookin 4 what put this psychedelic city on the map.  Well you can if you hold your breath & dig deep.  I’m kinda sick, mo like mad as hell & not takin it anymo.  God Damn the pusherman and city planning!  Try to find somethin, anythin, hell I’d settle for a fuckin plaque to commemorate say ye olde Psychedelic Shop on The Haight.   It’s a pizza joint now – gimme strength, there’s not even a gluten-free option there.  I stumbled over to the Red Victorian Saloon/Peace Cafe  to watch a free movie advertised on the wall outside – Summer of Love, History 0f The Haight –  and enquired about the time, not disclosed.  The person behind the counter asked what I wanted to drink as response.  Coffee, please, and before I could qualify, he began to prepare that  bitter, bottomless cup of shit  which made my cunt-ry famous.  I piped up, Latte  please, to which I received a torrent of restrictions – no latte, no cappucino, no toilet, not even for customers.  Had I transformed into a panhandler?  OK, what about the film- he pointed me to some literature which I couldn’t see from white heat in my eyes.  I reiterated that the film was advertised on the wall outside.  He then detoured me to the Red Victorian Cinema down the road apiece.  Twas a red herring, obviously.  DAMNIT, why was it so hard to get to the heart o this place & how did my pretty, city by the bay, Frisco – YES, FRISCO!! – become a ghost town & feedin trough, all gussied up in day-glo war paint, like a whore on a holiday?  I gave it a coupla daze & got back.  Luckily that little shit-kid-bitch was gone & I spoke to a mo dignified peer who offered to play “Summer of Love” on the spot – much mo like it.   I sat down w a giant latte, and focused through the trashy cell-chat of a loud fuckwit who planted her big, fat dumbass in front of the screen.  Luckily my dashing peer showed again, offering to maximise the volume for me, and it was glorious.  Behold the Human Be-in, The Death of Money, The Diggers’ Free clinic, Survival School, The Free Store, The Oracle – the micro-cosmic socialist experiment that was The Summer of Love, launched on the Summer Solstice 1967, ending a few months later in October at the Death of Hippie march – beseeching us all to “Bring the Revolution to Where You Live”.  Those kids didn’t wanna work, well too bad there were not mo Diggers who did organise to redistribute resources &  inspire future generations with something to work for besides dope & fuckin in the streets.  Shame the Morning Star Ranch or The Red Dog Saloon in Virginia City, Nevada couldn’t or wouldn’t handle the spillover of teenage runaways, whose composite, fragile, endoskeletal deconstruction was in desperate need of rebuilding. 

MorningStar or Mission-ary

MorningStar or Mission-ary

I don’t mind performing Hippie acts at home, but did we have to bury the flagship?  “If you can act it out, it’s real”, “Culture is more important than politics”, “Spiritual Values are mo important than the GNP”.  What happened to the seething turmoil of those young people then & the struggle for human rights? 

Huffas & artists in the same league?

Huffas & artists in the same league?

Why the hell are we bombing life off this planet, as the polar ice caps and Greenland melt, so that the water tables & pestilence rise, and the coastlines recede? 

Family feud'll get us all killed

Family feud'll get us all killed

Why are we shopping ourselves to hell? 

Half Bros & sons of Abraham, Union Sq - Dec 09

Half Bros & sons of Abraham, Union Sq - Dec 09

Do some elite few of us have something to fall back on, besides this everyday, earthly paradise? 

Frisco Lights - & to all a goodnight

Frisco Lights - & to all a goodnight

 My spiralling paranoia was diverted by the lovely Dawn, another soeur-stren behind the counter at the Red V, who introduced me to a Peace Rap, next Sunday 9am – tomorrow – b4 the amazing Glide Service I will attend, which is an agnostic soul gig service of the finest order, with a revolutionary, civil rights sermon thrown in for good measure. 

Glide Church choir & band, Frisco

Glide Church choir & band, Frisco

 I hope to hear mo about laughin yoga seshes there for my non-stop chronic pain, and the mulitple-part choir & horn section too.  The Summer of  Love extends into the bleak mid-winter, but mostly it’s Love vs Haight.

Milk Mural @ the old camera shop

Milk Mural @ the old camera shop


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