I just want to mention how wonderful the people in my life are. The last few frantic days in LA were filled with kindness from many, and San Francisco remains the same. Eileen and BJ -- thanks for letting me crash on your couch that night and always letting me know you are there for me. Synderella, for bringing me my paycheck. Susie, thanks for your late night vigil and for your understanding. G Reynard, the breakfast and driving around to do errands meant a lot to me in my sleep deprived and overwraught state. Ziah has kindly been allowing me to crash in her amazing apartment, and starting tommorrow when my friend Michael leaves to visit his family in Florida, he's giving me the keys to his apartment for the week. Both he and Ziah live in Hayes Valley, a couple blocks away from Alamo Square, where I've been taking sake to walk in the off leash dog park area. This list doesn't even begin to mention all the folks who have simply been great sounding board, conversationalists and distractions.
Last night we saw amazing fusion jazz at a jazz club called Yoshi's, a couple blocks from m and z's houses. One band was called AutoRickshaw, and was one part indian music and one part jazz standard. The other band, Slamming Body All Stars, was 6 vocalists who made all the instruments. One guy did the percussion on his body and with his feet, another did beatboxing, and then there was a bassist voice who made the motions of air stand up bass as he made the sounds with his voice. The other 3 did mainly vocals although the girl with the most amazing singing voice also did a dead on trumpet solo. The two bands each called up members of the other band to play with them during their sets, leading to even more interesting collaborations. Two vodka sodas delivered during the show helped the enjoyment as well. You can see stuff on the vocalists here: http://www.crosspulse.com/html/slammin.html
It's a trying morning, less gung ho than before. But life goes on.
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