...being the observations and navigational extracts
from the ongoing expeditions of San Francisco Piano Pop trio
True Margrit

Friday, September 23, 2005

Where am I? Tatooine? Dagobah?

So. It's noon.

Kinda early for us rockers.

(& I am kinda short for a storm trooper.)

We get to 303 Folsom. I mean, Folsom & third, I mean 303 second at Folsom...Eeek. Traffic sucks on Coruscant--I mean, San Francisco.

Where the hell are we playing? Mapqest can't help you now Boba Fett clone army. You're our only hope Gary-Wan-Hobobie? Hmmm. He's as confused as me! Two weeks of no sleep does indeed have that special magic of killing brain cells. Gone. Goodbye.

Anyhoo we finally get to the gig & play, and all is well. We have the lovely Keith Karloff (of the BONEDRIVERS) sitting in on drums--Andrew's still nursing that hangover up north in Tacoma. The fountain is turned off, the sun beats down & we sing & play to bemused onlookers who are contentedly chowing down on teryaki bowls and gulping restorative lattes.

The other big news I itch to speak of:

Yes. It is here: the SEAWORTHY CD RELEASE PARTY DATE:: nov 10th at RED DEVIL LOUNGE

HOPEFULLY, the awesome, spine-tingling wondrous SF quartet GRIDDLE will be joining us...standby for confirmation of them facts. And other acts.

By the by, the terms: "San Francisco" and "Science Fiction" most significantly share intitials. (i.e. SF) Ooooh. But I have a taboo about Naboo.

Cuz, gentle reader, these are the droids you are looking for.

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