Last night I had the privilege to catch Angel Olsen‘s sold out solo show at The Chapel. I have been following her music for a while, and while her most recent album Burn Your Fire For No Witness leans more towards being a rock album with a full band (and it’s really good), her slower acoustic songs have always been my favorite, and this concert was solely those songs and possibly solo versions of new songs, too. The most enchanting part of Angel Olsen’s music is her shockingly booming and haunting voice, and you get to hear it in its full glory when it’s just her and her guitar. She sat there quite still, strumming and singing, and these explosive waves of song would sneak out of her. Props to the Chapel also for creating the beautiful, magical lighting that went with the music so perfectly. A lovely, rainy Tuesday night…
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Some tech company was thinking of moving to Daly City but then the employees revolted or something and it was big news. So, in a guest post for Valleywag, Daly City resident Bob Calhoun explains why Daly City is cool:
Daly City IS the dumping ground for things banned, or at least greatly curtailed, within San Francisco’s rarefied borders. Big box stores, used car lots and every fast-food chain you can think of will meet you in Daly City as you cross the San Mateo county line going southbound on Mission Street. Daly City boasts not just one Home Depot, but two Home Depots. And if that isn’t enough, there are also two Targets (if you count the one in nearby Colma)—one on either side of Highway 280. How’s that for convenience?
Now you can look at all of this seeming suburban blight and call my town a pit, but let me tell you about the tree in front of my single-family home. Every so often, a city truck towing a water tank drives up to that tree and waters it. Sometimes the city workers prune the tree as well. And you know why Daly City can afford to take such good care of these trees that line the sidewalks in front of her “ticky-tacky” houses (as Malvina Reynolds put it in the snobbiest folk hit of all time)? Because people from San Francisco take their Ubers and Zipcars up here and buy crap at our big box stores. That’s why. And we also have some pretty good libraries, parks and rec centers as a result of this exodus of sales tax revenue out of San Francisco.
Oremus mentions the Cow Palace, saying it “plays periodic host to rodeos and gun shows.” While this is true, he forgets to mention that the Moo House is also the place where Evel Knievel punched out some Hells Angels before jumping over a row of muscle cars, and The Who had to pull some guy out of the audience to play drums because Keith Moon had passed out. While the monster truck pulls and the annual Dickens Faire may only echo Daly City’s former glory, you can bet that nothing this cool will ever happen again in San Francisco. All you’re going to get there are yacht races, Oracle World, and several other monuments to Larry Ellison’s sad male ego that have a way of wasting tax payer money and tying up traffic.
Cool! Let’s rock:
Also, Daly City has In-N-Out.
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Something about this seems real fishy. Also, I’ve lately been quite obsessed with SF Climates!
Way back when I was first looking for a place to live in SF, I happened upon this charming in-law apartment in the Outer Sunset. It had everything I needed, and the sweet old lady landlord seemed nice enough, although she did keep making references to these “crazy parties” she would periodically throw.
As we stood together in the bright, sunny backyard, I remarked about how beautiful a day it was, and innocently asked whether it was often like this. With a deep sigh, she said:
You seem really nice, so I just can’t lie to you. It’s probably this nice here only about 5 days a year.
Disappointed, I left and started looking for places in the Mission. But! Perhaps I was just 8 years too early?