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

Friday, December 10, 2010

Trial by Juri Street

Juri Street is in San Francisco. It is one block long. Gary lives on it (not on the street--he does have an apartment, y'all, and we promise that if one of the members of True Margrit becomes homeless, well, you'll be the first to know, kind readers).

On October 3, 2010 we played at the 2nd Juri Street Block Party. The last one was in 2008. 2009 was skipped for some reason--I don't have any data on why that is. In any event, this year was fabu. We played a nice long set, there was a totally groovy/lovey vibe happening, we enjoyed some super tasty foods (it's a potluck!), and I received (in a trade for a copy of "The Juggler's Progress") a LAZERKASOO!!!( yes a kazoo that has a lazer attached and makes pretty/ outerspacey/ Spencer Gifty images while you hum!
And if you still don't believe me, you can check it out it on facebook:

People of the Juri Street, I must emphasize: the only thing that was a trial about this event was that there were too many nice humans to meet, too many scrumptious treats shared out on the tables, and generally too much fun for one wee afternoon.

PS--it was a benefit for sfsmiles.The verdict: terrific.

Friday, December 03, 2010

A Dangerously Big Head

On October 1st we played at Kate Goodnight's rad women's music series:
--at Caffe Trieste! We kicked off the night, roaring into our set with some newer tunes ("Comforting the Castaways", "Obvious Solutions", "Unreliable Narrator") and some older faves ("Syllable" and "50,000 Names"). What with our exuberance and the love coming back at us from the crowd, it was as though an electric beachball was being passed from the stage to the audience and back with sufficient energy to light up Emeryville, San Jose, and Poughkeepsie. We were to be followed by our dear friends, the evening's illustrious headliners, Judea Eden Band. But alas, we couldn't chill out! We had to scoot over to Oakland, for our video, "Opposite Man" was being screened on The Great Wall of Oakland.

Rushing out of the club after the set made us feel a little sheepish, a little silly, and a little bit like rockstars--we were going to a screening of our video, after all, on a HUGE wall, a rare occurrence indeed.

We zoomed over to Oakland and managed to situate ourselves on a roof for an excellent vantage to watch the video. And what a surreal rush: before our gig-induced adrenaline even had a chance to wear off, we experienced our video projected to 100 feet by 100 feet! YOW! My head was three stories high! Neat-o. And scary--for this literally massive representation of my noggin coupled with the grandiosity of having a show wherein my figurative /interior head was expanded--well, that was a bit much for my poor metaphorical neck.

We zipped back to Caffe Trieste to catch the 2nd half of Judea's set--nice! Luckily, as the night wore on, our heads inevitably returned to more customary dimensions--fitting into hats, cars, through doorframes, and into our quotidian, humble, comfortably neurotic lovable psyches. Phew.