Tuesday 26 March
Where do art teachers spend there last few years when they still
have some use to society, or go when they are fed up with teaching
art? Answer - San Francisco baby!
Not that I have a problem with it, but the vast percentage of San
Franciscans we stumbled across resembled dear old Pam Evans of St
Davids College fame. Anyway, enough of these observational
Soundcheck was at 6 so we had a few hours to check out the former
capital of hippie and now home to the Rainbow tribe! First stop
The Golden Gate Bridge. Suprisingly, we didnt see it
the last time we were here. We took some cool stills,
shot some video footage and then drove over it, to a beautiful vantage
point looking over the Bay, City and Alcatraz nick!
With flowers in our hair and gerbils in tow, we took a look around
Haight Ashbury where most of the Timothy Leary shit happened back
in 67. George Harrison likened it to a drop out commune full
of spotty teenagers who needed to grow up when he visited. No trip
to San Fran would be complete without a trip to Mr and Mrs Jones
(see previous entry).
Gig was cool but somebody drank Tims beer rider. At least
he got one! Have to stop writing now, Chris has just disappeared
with a hamster and Im getting worried!