Check out the Mutants! Saturday 4/30/16 Bottom of the Hill!

Don’t  miss this opportunity to see the Mutants at the Bottom of the Hill this Saturday April 30th at 9:00 PM! The Mutants will be co- headlining with Roy Looney and the Phantom Movers and joined by Apogee Sound Club for an incredible evening. Check out a clip by Lil Mike from the Mutants show 9/26/2016 at SF Punk Renaissance!

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9/26/15 SF Punk Renaissance THE MUTANTS INSECT LOUNGE w Connie Champagne, Mia D’Bruzzi

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Photo by Mark Hanford

The Mutants are always without parallel and Saturday at the Verdi Club was no different as they took the stage joined by Connie Champagne and Mia D’Bruzzi of Frightwig. Thank you to the Mutants for your support!

And THANK YOU to lilmike for capturing the video!

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Joined by Sue! Photo by Mark Hanford

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Fritz, Brendan and Peter Photo by Mark Hanford

9/25 SF Punk Renaissance Marc Zegans Premiers His Superlative Work “The Underwater Typewriter “

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It’s rare to come across a work of such startling genius as The Underwater Typewriter. Even rarer to have the opportunity to premier a work of such outstanding quality. Punk Rock Sewing Circle is honored to host Marc Zegans on Friday September 25 at 111 Minna as he premiers The Underwater Typewriter. Truly capturing all thematic elements of SF Punk Renaissance: The Wild, Beautiful, and Eclectic Side of Punk, we are grateful to Marc for postponing his East Coast Tour to share his work with all of us.

Friday September 25, 2015 111 Minna, Zappa Room Door at 7:00 Marc Reads at 7:45 PM!

Marc will also be on hand on Thursday September 24th at 4:00 PM at the Odd Fellows to sign copies of THE UNDERWATER TYPEWRITER.

Read Michael Stewart Foley’s stunning review and understand why this is a book and performance not to be missed!

Marc Zegans is a punk-poet and a poet-punk. In The Underwater Typewriter he is as equally at home in the city gutter as he is on the high seas, chronicling tales of mortality from deep in our past to deep in our present. Zegans possesses a keen understanding of history, but also writes with the eye of an anthropologist, the ear of someone who, like my mother, can listen to multiple conversations at once, and the storytelling skills of a griot. I like it best of all when he pulls the pin on his typewriter and uses it like it’s a grenade.

One of his new poems, “P(un)k Poets: Too Fucked to Drink,” works as an elegy not only for San Francisco, but for all American cities gone to anodyne seed.

It begins and ends with the spirit of punk, running up against structural constraints. Zegans takes us from a Dead Kennedys show at the Mabuhay – “drinking out of filthy glasses in plastic Polynesia” – to the Moscone and Milk murders, the City Hall riots that followed the pat-on-the-butt verdict in Dan White’s trial, and, just for good measure, to the tax revolt and the conservative-led annihilation of the middle class.

It’s a poem about dashed hopes, about the revolution put down, crushed by organized ideologues who laid the groundwork – at exactly the moment when punk seemed most dangerous – for the ongoing dispossession of the San Francisco at the hands of the real estate and tech industries and the political hacks who do their bidding.

As if to drive this home, the poem’s second part is all staccato and stiletto, with short stilted lines that, like text messaging, stab and stab at us – a visceral death-by-a-thousand-cuts reminder of all that we have lost, of all that San Francisco has lost in the city’s acquiescence to Silicon invaders: its edge, its wildness, its riots.

The final part of the poem conjures Allen Ginsberg – an O.G. punk if ever there was one – and “Howl,” a poem so dangerous it became the subject of a San Francisco obscenity trial. Zegans asks us if “it is our work now to surrender long lines, to turn the dirt on Allen’s grave” in favor of those vulgar tech/text lines of the preceding stanzas, but here he writes not only of contrasting styles of poetry: he wants to know where we stand. “This time it is on us,” Zegans concludes. “The times demand nothing, but what will we demand of ourselves?” Now that we’re well into fourth decade of mourning the loss of San Francisco, you have to admit: that’s a pretty good fucking question.

Michael Stewart Foley

Author of Dead Kennedys’ “Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables” (33 1/3)

Professor of American Political Culture and Political Theory, University of Groningen

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Stunning review of The Underwater Typewriter by poet and vocalist Lo Galluccio. http://www.thesomervilletimes.com/archives/61255 Lo’s review engages richly and insightfully with several poems in the collection. A well crafted, well styled and honest piece, well worth reading

And an additional piece; equating the poetry to collage http://blog.retrocollage.com/the-underwater-typewriter-collage-and-marc-zeganss-tangible-poetry/

North Beach PUNK WALKING TOUR Sunday 9/27 2:00 PM MEET @ 722 Montgomery

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Remember the first day you walked into the Mab?  The deep smoky darkness, the bamboo pillars, plastic palms, and that bright stage at the far end. The sounds, the thick air, the almost ( good in this sense)Hollywood like Noir feeling that surrounded you. The Alley. The city lights from the top of the Broadway Steps, sparkling in the distance as you swilled your 40 oz and watched the other punkers down on Broadway doing the same. You could never imagine the number of secret meetings held at the top of those stairs; the bands that formed, and even some relationships ( beyond even the night!) Vale and others meeting in that apartment in the alley, plotting the next issue of Search and Destroy. Come along if you remember and also if you don’t. All are welcome in this narrated tour through legendary and infamous punk sites. Come share your stories, tales lurid and comical, and hear other tales from these golden black days. Join in the tour, its about all of us who were there and those who want to share!

Just out of the shadow of the Financial District, ramble past the sites of creative percolation such as the Search and Destroy/ReSearch house, the Savoy Tivoli, and the steps above Broadway. View Dirk Dirksen Alley and punk temples the Mabuhay Gardens and On Broadway, coffee houses, sex shops, cheap hotels and fly-by-night nightclubs. Stroll Broadway, witnessing the influence of the beats, books, and boobs, and hear tales of the Barbary Coast, hippies, and of course, the punks.

North Beach Tour: A few of the sites and more secret surprises ’cause you just cant know it all ahead of time; it spoils the fun!

1. Clown Alley

2. Rock City

3. Golden Eagle Hotel

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4. The Stone

5. Chi Chi Club

6. Mabuhay Gardens

7. On Broadway

8. Research World HQ

9. Savoy Tivoli…and yet more

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MISSION PUNK WALKING TOUR FRIDAY 9/25 2:00 PM MEET @ 16th and Mission Bart( Walgreens side)

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Friday September 25 2:00 PM Meet at 16and Mission Bart  on the Walgreen’s side

Remember the Mission the way it once was,  back in the day?  Come along if you do and if you don’t. All are welcome in this narrated tour through legendary and infamous punk sites. Come share your stories, tales lurid and comical, and hear other tales from the days when if you were punk; you didn’t stroll through the Mission. You ran for your life from the the local residents who didn’t fancy the spiky haired denizens who were encroaching on their hood. When shopping at the Compound, the first punk mall, was akin to  traversing a war zone before you finally arrived… Join in the tour, its about all of us who were there and those who want to share!

Wander past the sites of punk shopping mall the Compound, venues like the legendary Deaf Club and the Tool & Die, theaters, record companies, community centers and crash pads, galleries and after hours party spots, and everyone’s favorite, the 22 Fillmore bus. Hear about how popular our brightly colored hair made us with both cops and vatos, and hear the stories hundred-year-old buildings have to tell, even if the structures themselves have been erased by “progress”.

Check out some of the main sites on the walking tour… many more surprises await!

The Mission Tour:

1. Victoria Theater

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2. The Compound

3. Deaf Club

4. Subterranean Records

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5. Target Video

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Target Bust: Photo by Vincent Anton

6. Mission-A

7. Graffiti/Chatterbox

8. Tool & Die… and still more…

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Tenderloin PUNK WALKING TOUR Thursday 9/24 2:00 PM MEET @ Odd Fellows Hall 26 7th Street

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Punk Walking Tour #2 Tenderloin Market Street! Meet at the Odd Fellows Hall at 2:00 PM on Thursday 9/24! 26 7th Street is right around the corner form Stevenson and the BAART Clinic for some who may have been acquainted and between Mission and Market for others who were lucky to have missed this landmark

Take a deep breath and a short walk past sites of punk employment, and where bands were born, the Strand and the Egyptian theaters. Wander past the clubs, rehearsal spaces, dope spots and soup kitchens. Contrast the corporate Warfield Theater with disreputable dives like the Sound of Music club. Explore the queer/punk intersection, visit spots related to punk’s forgotten record of social activism, and hear about some of the old buildings in their early 20th Century heyday.

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The Stairway to the balcony(AKA the Snake Pit) of the Strand

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Tenderloin Tour:

1. Odd Fellows Hall

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2. Market St. Cinema

3. The Warfield

4. Electric Theater

5. Club 181

6. Sound of Music

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7. Club Generic

8. Civic Center Plaza

9. The Strand Theater …and more…

9/25 Deadbeats Visually and Sonically Stun during First Ever SF appearance at SF Punk Renaissance

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The Deadbeats are in a class of their own; if you didn’t see them back in the day in LA, you missed one of the most visually and sonically dramatic bands of the era. In November, the Deadbeats w/Geza X played the Dangerhouse Reunion and stole the show. Punk Rock Sewing Circle is honored to host the Deadbeats on their first sojourn to SF

This week, on Friday September 25, The Deadbeats/ w Geza X are traveling north for the first time to play at SF Punk Renaissance in celebration of the 40th Anniversary of Punk; don’t miss this rare opportunity to seize the moment and witness this incredible band

The Deadbeats are in the process of completing an LP.. it will be worth the wait!

Courtesy of Dangerhouse Records – A History of the Deadbeats

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DB: The musicianship of the young men who comprised the Deadbeats was a joy to behold. Scott Guerin and his brother Shaun played as extensions of the same self, and the band also served to unleash Geza X and Pat Delaney on the world. Their stage act musically and visually confounded every cliché and preconception about what “punk rock” meant. Their unique, driving sound consisted of treated sax and fuzz guitar layered over flawlessly executed intricate rhythm patterns.

Octavio Pretentious: I’m the cat who designed all those Deadbeats flyers that are probably still hanging on your wall. I first came into contact with the band through Cathie Deadbeat. She was the singer’s girlfriend and did the band’s makeup. You might even say she was a silent co-conspirator in their musical/non-musical assault on the L.A scene. She helped define the Deadbeat look and, brother, I’ll tell you the Deadbeats looked like no other band. At least not until the Dickies got an eyeful of them. They shared a bill at the Masque. The Dickies showed up in your typical T-shirt and jeans and did Ramones and Sex Pistols covers. (See Slash #6 for proof…a picture’s worth a thousand words). The Deadbeats came on and did the Deadbeats. No more T-shirts and jeans for the Dickies.

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Bands may have tried to cop their look, but nobody could cop their sound. Hell, maybe nobody wanted to. On one flyer Brendan Mullen described the band as Bill Haley meets Captain Beefheart in the Theater of the Absurd. Another critic stated that they wanted to confuse. Untrue, untrue. It is my never-so-humble belief that they wanted the masses to share in the joke, but their audiences were just too stupid to get it.

Still, anyway you slice it, the Deadbeats were different. The bass player was a gibbering idiot, but boy could he play. (Some say this was an act.) Slash magazine called the sax player a poindexter squawking on a horn. They had an androgynous drummer named Shaun. (Geddit? Could be a girl’s or a boy’s name). He got several offers to join all-girl bands. (No, not the Go-Go’s.) According to Geza, punk boys secretly fantasized about him, never knowing “it” was a boy. One even claimed his roommate had wet dreams over him. Basic Black magazine called the singer a cross between David Bowie and Felix Unger. Go figure!?!? And what can you say about Geza X? A grown man performing radical psychodrama on himself nightly in front of a live audience. Needless to say, mental illness prevailed.

Unfortunately most people never got to witness this spectacle as the band never made it out of L.A. One rumour has it that Geza’s mommy (the real one) wouldn’t let him leave the city. Jeez, if you had a son like Geza, would you encourage him to stay at home?

Scott Guerin: If not for a string of chance events the Deadbeats may never have come into existence. My brother was asked to play drums for a band called The Whores for the battle of the bands sequence in Cheech and Chong’s Up In Smoke movie. Except he went and got himself grounded for cutting class too much and couldn’t do it. So I filled in for him. This lineup was scheduled to play the Whisky but then the singer was forced to back out under the advice of his lawyer. It seems he was involved in a lawsuit with the Whisky so playing there would constitute a conflict of interest. There was only one course of action to take. I moved to vocals and my brother was brought back to fill the drum slot. For me as a singer this was literally on-the-job training as I had never even thought about singing before and truthfully was pretty awful. After a few sporadic shows our guitarist Hilary Haines up and quit and moved to San Francisco. Pat Delaney and I decided to change the name of the band to the Deadbeats.

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Nickey Beat (drummer for the Weirdos) had the fucking nerve to recommend one Geza X to us and against better judgement we listened. Geza had just been booted out of the Bags for farting out of key or something equally criminal. I may have been responsible for the original sound and concept for the band but the addition of Geza gave us a rawer, harder edge than we ever had before.

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Now as for the breakup of the band, it was down to the usual clash of egos and an over-dependence on substances by certain members that eventually caused the band to implode.

Geza X: Besides the musical sophistication, the best thing about the Deadbeats was the staging. There were no bands doing elaborate things with costumes and props in the early punk scene and we did amazing visuals. Scott was the weirdest dresser on the scene, someone who might wear an impeccable chef’s outfit to a gig or even a party; and he had a complete collection of those novelty items you order from the back of comic books, like fake dog doo and whoopee cushions. Some people mistook his style for Glitter and that was a no-no in the early days but the cool people all got that it was dada.

One time at the Masque, as an intro to the song “Brainless“, we wheeled out a mannequin on a cart and proceeded to cut its skull open to reveal several handfuls of blood drenched cow’s brains, some of which ended up on an unsuspecting audience. Somehow the photographs of that show came out with that magic glow you see in the finest performance art books and we used them on many a flyer.

Another time before a show at the Whisky, we were at the beach and there had been a major storm the night before. I collected a huge mass of abnormally large seaweed and washed it off so it was slimy but clean. During the show that night, I went in to the “Mean Mr. Mommyman” routine to the usual heckling from the “real” punks (the lizard brains who used to come on weekends and show how cool they were). So I ran behind my amp and grabbed two hefty trash bags, from which I heaved a lot of seaweed right into the audience. At first they thought it was rubber, but when it made contact and the smell got around, panic set in and everyone moved way back so there was a large open space in the front. I said something smartarse like “Oh, did it get on you? Just wait a minute…” and ran up the stairs to the backstage area where I had hidden the piece de resistance from everyone (including the band). I came back down the stairs thump, thump, thump dragging a single, perfectly shaped seaweed bulb, the kind with a pointy ball and fins, except this was the granddaddy of all life on earth, being about 11 feet long and about 3 feet wide. To everyone’s fascinated revulsion, I chucked it into the slam pit where it exploded in a pile of goo. There was a moment of absolute silence after that. Somehow, that stands out as one of the most hilarious moments of my life.

Pasquale Amodeo: I’ve always thought it appropriate that I’d be lobotomized before gigs and transformed into a babbling idiot savant bassist unable to pronounce one single word yet play this incredibly intense music.

Shaun Guerin: The scene was so new and experimental and it didn’t matter if anyone could really play their instruments. I remember being at the Masque and watching everyone slamming against each other, having a good time, never realizing what kind of movement they were involved in. It was just something to do.
I’ll never forget the time my brother, Scott, kicked Geza off the stage at the Whisky for doing really corny rock star poses, and the cable, still attached to his amp, pulled it off the speaker cabinet. It came crashing to the ground yet still kept on working. Geza continued to play from down in the audience as though nothing had happened.