Refuge in the Quarter at Johnny White's

Johnny White's
733 St. Peter St., New Orleans [Map]
Total Spent: $? (It's difficult to say after my 10th beer.)
Post by Koshi



In most bars on Bourbon Street you'll readily find a fine selection of cheap shitty beer, rancid well booze, drunk frat boys, and the ever-present smell of puke. You'll also find the latest and greatest digital jukebox bringing you, on demand, every cliché song about Bourbon Street at the tap of a screen (see post on digital jukeboxes). And while I love The Grateful Dead's "Truckin'," you need not hear it more than once to get your fill of it.



Johnny White's is not most bars. It's a place to find Chartreuse and refuge from the Bourbon Street fray. It's coincidentally owned by a local guy from Hawaii and features an old school Local Motion sticker on the front door (to help you find it after that first night drinking til 6a). Not only is it free of the Bourbon Street riffraff, it is staffed with bartenders who will keep your beer full and have your back if you're about to be in a lot of trouble (not that we would be doing anything to get us in trouble, thanks Treg!). Keith and Paul aren't just friendly faces, they're local favorites among the other bartenders who surface there after shifts.



Paul actually let us in on a few interesting bits about the life of a bartender in the Quarter. As a cash-driven town, it's no surprise that personal security can quickly become an issue for a bartender after 12 days of tips and pay during Mardi Gras. As a result, there are a good deal of "carrying" workers in the service industry. I suppose it's no surprise that New Orleans always tops the murder rate charts. Perhaps the danger lends itself to the authenticity, but it also just scares the crap out of me. I always felt safe at Johnny White's but am in no hurry to move to New Orleans.



Like the Zeitgeist here in SF, Johnny White's is not a bar you'd ever find yourself standing behind no matter how well you knew the bartender; and like the Zeitgeist, it's not just popular among locals, it's a staple in the Quarter and its jukebox is decidedly non-digital. Of course it's filled with the requisite staples including the Staple Singers, The Grateful Dead, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, and Led Zeppelin among others, but also contains a slew of bartender mixes, and a few obscurities like Richard Cheese. After four consecutive days here, it was no surprise to have heard everything from David Bowie to Vanessa Carlton. Somebody played Huey Lewis and the News at some point. Thankfully, Jess didn't have a gun.

Most Appropriate iPod Dock Ever

San Francisco chef Ryan Farr, of 4505 Meats, is the master of the pig roast. We had the honor of chowing down on our second Farr pig this past weekend at the wedding of two friends. Ryan's iPod dock is worth sharing (photo courtesy of the bride, Jenny Oh):

Thao, Revisited

Thao with the Get Down Stay Down have a new album coming out next week and I did a quick Q&A interview with her for 7x7. Check it out: TI Exclusive: We Get Down with Thao.

This is me awkwardly saying hello to me after a show at the Independent.



Buy the album. It's good.

Monday Thurston

3 Aug 2009: Sonic Youth

3 August 2009
Sonic Youth
The Independent
628 Divisadero St (btwn Hayes & Grove) [Map

Thanks to Koshi, we were able to snag 4 of the 500 tickets that sold out within 2 minutes of going on sale. Writing a coherent review of this show can be done using two words: fucking awesome.

San Francisco's Sic Alps opened and, while they weren't horrible, they also weren't that interesting. All three band members took a turn at the drums, but even the changing instruments wasn't sufficient to keep me from wanting them to go away so Sonic Youth could come on sooner.

So yes, Sonic Youth. Fucking awesome. I will add that every single member of the band—including former Pavement bassist Mike Ibold, now a full-fledged band member—shreds. Kim's body looks amazing, Thurston still looks like a really tall teenager, and Lee Ranaldo is still doing sick spacey shit with his guitar. Most of the tracks they played were from the new album, The Eternal, but they did play "Silver Rocket" from Daydream Nation, which blew the doors off the place. They did not play "Teenage Riot" so alas, we have yet to redeem ourselves for missing it when they played Daydream Nation start to finish in Berkeley. I wish they'd played more old stuff. Stephen Malkmus made me believe it possible. Oh well.

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John Vanderslice: "Romanian Names"

SF indie pop darling John Vanderslice's latest album, Romanian Names, is out today and he and the band will throw their album release party tonight at Rickshaw Stop with the Morning Benders at 7:30 ($16).

NPR is streaming the album here and I found this clip of him playing the title track in the studio for KEXP's Bay Area Broadcast.



Here's my post about it over at 7x7's Clamour blog, where I've recently started blogging about SF arts and entertainment stuff twice a week.

Found Online: A Tour of Daptone Records

I'm completely obsessed with Daptones Records, an indie soul label cranking out amazing new music from modern-day soul acts, most notably Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings. I was looking for some pics of the outside their studio, an old brick house in Bushwick, Brooklyn, and came across a video tour of the studio posted on Wire to the Ear.



No, it's not in San Francisco, but it is awesome.

25 Feb 2009: Stephen Malkmus

25 February 2009
Stephen Malkmus
Great American Music Hall
859 O'Farrell Street (btwn Polk & Larkin) [Map]


I went into this show with low expectations, not because I thought it wouldn't be good, but because I'm a huge Pavement fan and Malkmus has long moved on to his Jicks material. Going to a Malkmus show hoping to hear a set riddled with Pavement's greatest hits is a great way to set yourself up for disappointment. There has been one famous show (famous to Pavement fans, anyway) with the Jicks, in 2003, where they played all Pavement songs in chronological order of their release. It's been called "The Milwaukee Show." As far as I know, such a thing has not happened since.


Yet—and much to the chagrin of a couple of friends who arguably love Pavement even more than I do but skipped the show expecting Malkmus to try out new Jicks songs—Malkmus played a mostly Pavement set. Maybe it was Noise Pop, or maybe it was all the buzz a year ago about a potential Pavement reunion. Or maybe he just felt like taking those of us who are old enough to remember when Pavement was a band on a trip down memory lane. Regardless, Malkmus gave the Pavement fans in the room something to talk about for a long time to come.


Malkmus came out with his MacBook and explained that since he was unable to find a pen backstage he had to type the setlist. I suck at writing down setlists in general, but in this case I was completely unprepared for what was happening, so I must credit Hippies Are Dead for recording a reliable setlist. Malkmus opened with "Harness Your Hopes," the B-side of Pavement's "Spit on a Stranger" EP. I thought this was a fluke. Next came "Us," a Malkmus & the Jicks track and "Blue Arrangements," a Silver Jews song. After the song ended, Malkmus muttered "That was the Silver Jews. They broke up. All we can do now is mine their catalog." Sadness.


With the exception of "Pink India," the next five songs were all Pavement: "Spit on A Stranger," "Starlings of the Slipstream," "Fin," and "Range Life," a song to which everyone in the room knew all the words. I no longer thought the first Pavement song was a fluke. He returned to the Jicks catalog for "Real Emotional Trash," back to Pavement for "Loretta's Scars," threw in a cover, then Pavement's "Lions (Linden)" and "Freeze the Saints," another Jicks song. The rest of the set went like this: "Shoot the Singer" (Pavement), "Zurich is Stained" (Pavement), "Heaven is a Truck" (Pavement), "Vanessa from Queens" (Jicks)," and "Here" (Pavement).


At some point during the middle of the set Malkmus broke a guitar string and spent four minutes replacing it with the wrong string, a mistake he blamed on nerves and the high quality of the pot the kids in the front row were smoking. He borrowed Kelley Stoltz's guitar for the next song while the stage crew restrung his, but instead of taking his back, finished the set on Stoltz's Gibson.


The encore started with two hilarious but oddly great covers. First, O'Jays' "Love Train," then "Emotional Rescue" by the Rolling Stones. Refusing several requests shouted from the audience because they'd be almost impossible to play acoustic, Malkmus decided to close with "Summer Babe."


This was admittedly the first time I've seen Malkmus live and I got really, really lucky. I can't remember the last time I was at a show where so many people shouted so many lyrics. It was a Pavement sing-along. He is the kind of performer who knows that his audience is on the verge of worship and appreciates it, but also seems to be somehow gracious about it.

11 Feb 2009: Gutter Twins w/Dave Rosser

11 February 2009
Gutter Twins w/Dave Rosser
The Independent
628 Divisadero St (btwn Hayes & Grove) [Map]

Greg Dulli (Afghan Whigs, Twilight Singers) and Mark Lanegan (Screaming Trees) have been playing together as the Gutter Twins since 2003, but they've collaborated on various projects since 2000. I didn't expect it to be sold out but I should have known better. Dulli has a following of very loyal fans. While the audience was predominately guys, and there was quite a bit of bromance afoot, the few ladies sprinkled in the mix loooooove their Dulli too.


I don't know their songs well enough to track the set list, but I did recognize a couple Afghan Whigs songs, which sounded awesome. They also closed out the set with song by delta blues artist Bukka White. Some in the overwhelmingly white crowd were so inspired that they tried to clap along, not realizing that when clapping along to delta blues (or any gospel-y kind of music) you don't start the clap on the first beat of the measure.


Something happened backstage between the set and the encore which had Lanegan and Dulli cracking up on stage, but they never shared the joke. They just laughed. A lot.


Meanwhile, Lanegan really looked like he might keel over during the show at any time. He also has amazing star tattoos on his hands.


The show was great but I couldn't help but think of the Fleetwood Mac and Eagles Unplugged stuff. Sadly, rock heroes like Dulli get old too.