Sleater Kinney Part 2

1. At the pinnacle of greatest concerts ever attended: Patty Smith, the Boarding House 1976, San Francisco. A couple of months after her album 'Horses' was released, and comped by my sister who worked at Arista records, Patty Smith blew my doors off. People drenched in sweat, stood on tables screaming; the room polluted by a mixture of smoke imploded.

2. Which segues into last Saturday night. A perfect storm of events...the Kentucky Derby, NBA playoffs, and the fight of the decade from Vegas. But, who in my crowd of 2,000+ gave a flying F?  For we were tucked into the Masonic, a temple built by the cultish free Masons (google them), residing high on Nob Hill flanked by the Grace Cathedral, Mark Hopkins, and Fairmont Hotel attending our own religious experience. Sleater-Kinney, the sequel. A decade. As the Stones once sang, 'it's been such a, such a, such a, such a, such a, long, long time.' That's 3,650 days without. And we all acted like it too. The signature SK guitar riff and vocals arcing off the stage; the stage lights swirling and B slapping you silly-blind; the magnificent movable wall, rippling up and down. Static? For the dead. Harmony? Your mama. It was the 2nd coming. Better than sliced bread. Legends never ever faaaade away. Uh, listen up, y'all.  Patty Smith has company at the top.

3. Sunday. Honor your mother.