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Hot New Fad: Track Bikes

Woah, this was published in the Chronicle back in 1999?  That messenger has to be, like, 50-something now and taking heart medication.  How did the Chron possibly come to that conclusion way back then?:

Rebecca Tiller, bicycle messenger hot dog extraordinaire, has a new motto as she goes tearing around the alleys, parked cars and roadways of downtown San Francisco delivering packages. […]

She is riding the hot new thing in the world of bike messaging: a track bike, otherwise known as a crazybike, groovybike, or as some put it with grudging admiration, “that dumb bike only an idiot would ride.”

Of course, to Tiller and about 30 fellow messengers who ride these ultra-light, extra-fast — and, by the way, probably illegal — things, there is only one word to describe them.

“Awesome.”

Awesome!  Almost as rad as the editoral published a few days later:

TRACK BIKES, what a great concept!

San Francisco's bike messengers are zipping about town on a new breed of bicycle that goes faster than regular bikes and has no brakes.

And I think we all agree that the problem with bike messengers has been that they rode too slow and braked too often.

Actually, the track bikes do have brakes, but the brakes have a complicated, technical name — pedestrians.

All this sounds very familiar.  Also, if “that dumb bike only an idiot would ride” was cool way back in 1999 and already the scorn of haters, what does it make it today?

(photo via ahtbm)

At Least It's Not Snowing

SFgate's parenting blog (yes, they actually have a parenting blog. No, I don't read it.  Yes, apparently my friend reads it.), has dug up a bunch of the Chronicle's photos of past SF snow storms.  And as someone who was raised in a state that actually has seasons, most of the snaps are terrifying: some women wearing giant black dresses standing in 2 inches on Shotwell.  A little kid joyously screaming.  A playground snowball fight.  A bunch of people sledding down a hill.  And this shot of a student skiing down the hill behind the UC Medical Center.  Just looking at these gives me flashbacks to digging cars out of snowbanks, having a heating bill, and not being able to stop my bike on all the ice while riding across down.

Not that I'm saying that it wouldn't be fun to run home right now, dig the skis out of the garage, hike up the top of Dolores Park and ski all the way down while some grey-haired neighbor chases me through the park for tearing up the grass and having fun—because it would—but we all moved to this coast for a reason.

Rock Against Reagan in Dolores Park

Cranky Old Mission Guy just uploaded a scan of the flyer for the Rock Against Reagan concert that happened way back in the days before Whoopi Goldberg ever starred in a movie, Tom Ammiano was a supervisor, Will Durst had a radio show with “Da Mayor”, or anyone ever went to Dolores Park for anything other than heroin.

No doubt this was one gnarly concert, although it seems like it went largely unnoticed at the time.  The searching the SFPL “eLibrary” doesn't turn up any old newspaper articles on the show and, unfortunately, not too many videos or photos from the event are floating around the internet.  All I could dig up was a snap of the Dead Kennedy's on stage by Tom Erickson:

And this short video of MDC and people going nuts in the crowd (originally posted by Sanjiban Films):

Now, I'm pretty sure there haven't been any awesome concert in Dolores since Fugazi played a couple of times in the early 2000's. Maybe it's about time someone steps up and changes that so future generations can reminisce about the time they put Elmer's in their hair and threw themselves into a sea of people?

60's SF Depicted in Pinball Form with Questionable Accuracy

Last time I was at Alameda's Pacific Pinball Museum, I failed to notice this 1964 William's pinball machine themed around our prime city.  Certainly the machine was fun to play, but the artwork by then Chicago-based game manufacture was real highlight.  Ignoring the fact that they depicted the Golden Gate Bridge as having four towers, the city is essentially represented as Chinatown with a harbor, cable cars and white women dancing in the streets.

From what I understand, this sort of racist and misogynist imagery wasn't uncommon in older pinball machines.  After all, these machines were made to be played in the back of seedy, smoke-filled bars by all sorts of disreputable badasses.  And, you know, what kind of self-respecting badass wouldn't want to look at a caricature of Chinese person while smacking a ball around with flippers.  Even so, this machine exemplifies how SF was marketed in the 50's and early 60's: experience the exotic wonders of 'the Orient' while riding the cable cars and scoring 10 points when lit.

Your Grandmother's Attic on Loko: The SF Antique Mall

Have a spare $95 and a burning desire to freak out all future house guests?  This disturbed chicken carcass could be yours!

A few weeks ago, I was hipped to the fact that there's an antique and design mall on Bayshore and Industrial in the Bayview.  Admittedly, I don't venture south of Cesar Chavez too often, but the fact I've lived a 10 minute bike ride from such an giant treasure chest for the past three and a half years and never known about it blew me away.

I finally checked it out the other day and it's definitely a solid resource if you have to outfit a new apartment or squander an afternoon while your grandmother is in town.  The place is full of pretty much everything: paintings, old pictures, beer taps, cheap furniture, A GIANT FUCKING HORSE, a mansion bird cage, cataloged magazines, old 1980s TRON toys, Giants and 49ers memorabilia, swords that cost $40 (yes, swords), Michael Jackson dolls, books, shelves dedicated to porcelain frogs and pigs, old photography equipment… basically anything remotely interesting that you could expect to find at an antique mall.  However, what really stuck out to me was the quantity of old San Francisco photographs, paintings, and postcards in the place.  Almost all of them priced below $30.

Anyway, I ended up spending two hours in this place and barely saw half of it.  So if you're the type of person to get sucked into places like this, be warned.  In the mean time, I snapped some pics of some of the more interesting SF-related stuff I found (plus a few other random items for good measure):

Apparently 1910 tour buses were not the gimmicky diesel-burning “cable cars” we see driving across the bridge today.

One booth has thousands of magazines and indexed advertisements, incase you have been in the market for matted 1950's cigarette advertisements.

I'm not sure what exactly this means, other than it is $15 well spent/

However much this costs, it can't be enough.

The Golden Gate Bridge, etched into a case.  Undated.

It appears that coke breaks meant something entirely different in 1951.

Ah, problems of the past.

Photograph of the Bay Bridge, undated.

Sutro Baths and Cliff House, circa 1920.

Considering the sheer amount of Pabst, Hamm's and other various SF brewery memorabilia in this place, I cannot think of a better place to outfit a bar.

 

The SF-Oakland Ferry, circa 1880.  There were a few more pictures in this set from this period, including troops in the Presidio and a street scene in Chinatown.

What would you rather own: this gorgeous lamp or that painting of Lombard?

Photograph of the James Flood Building before the 1906 Earthquake.  Market & Powell.

A 1909 newspaper clipping of 24th and Diamond, Noe Valley.

A poster from 1959, back when Hamm's was brewed in SF. $5.00

Postcard of the California St. hill, circa 1905.

Willard the Wizard may have nothing to do with San Francisco, but he does have the one mighty mustache.

1906 Earthquake refugees in what is now the beginning of the Panhandle, at the Mckinley Statue.

And, like every good antique mall, the SF Antique Mall has a couple of friendly cats napping in the sunlight.

Clarion Alley Covered In Sewage

Street art god SEWAGE recently upstaged every muralist on Clarion Alley with his montage of back-in-the-day punk show flyers.  While most of the flyers are from SoCal (boo, hiss!), including a wicked drawing of E.T. riding a skateboard with his tongue hanging out yelling “E.T. rad balls, dude!”, there are a few gems from the Mission.  One such 94110 poster describes 16th Street's Victoria Theater as a refuge from high prices, crappy bouncers and baloney.  Yes.

Go check it out before HYPE! gets a chance to fuck this piece of gold up.

The Armory Long Before Kink

I came across this 1915 postcard of The Armory while rummaging through an antique store yesterday (more on that later).  Red brick walls instead of the grey walls we see today.  An American flag rather than the leather pride flag.  A light rail Muni rolling down Mission Street.  And even more surprising, an actual, real live TREE on the sidewalk.  1915 Mission District, you crazy.

Babylon Falling: An Interview with Sean Stewart

Back in the oh-so distant summer of 2007, Sean Stewart opened his “‘anti-revolutionary bookstore’ revolutionary bookstore,” Babylon Falling.  The Nob Hill concept store was a even mix of revolutionary literature, discussing the theories and histories of various movements, and revolutionary aesthetic and culture (music, toys, artwork, and even an in-house tshirt line).  But like many of San Francisco's best book stores, sales eventually declined, even as traffic into their various performances and art shows increased.  Faced with the choice of turning Babylon Falling into ”just another hip boutique” that happened to sell books or shut the business down, Sean stuck to his original vision and closed up shop in the summer of 2009.

While San Francisco lost a great bookstore and arts venue, we ended up gaining a rad blog dedicated to the counterculture of the 1960s and 70s full of hundreds of scans of period literature from the Bay Area and beyond.

We shot Sean a few questions about his upcoming book, the blog, and his decision to move to NYC after shuttering the bookstore.  Enjoy: 

How'd you get into, as you call it, “hoarding” 1960s and 70s counterculture magazines and newspapers? Did you live through the era in San Francisco?

I actually grew up in Kingston, Jamaica and was born in 1979. I moved to San Francisco (via New York) specifically to open Babylon Falling.

Since I was a little kid I’ve had all kinds of random collections going and so I’ve been trolling estate sales, flea markets, junk shops, and eBay forever. Here and there I would pick up underground magazines or papers from the Sixties and I loved them because nothing I was reading or watching about the time period was really representing just how richly diverse and nuanced the culture really was. So little by little I started to learn this alternative (to me) history of the Sixties through the papers and naturally I would seek out the papers any chance I got.

Beyond the 60s/70s counterculture pieces, you also feature a lot of 90s hiphop photography and memorabilia. Many of the artists featured fit the theme of the site (e.g. Public Enemy), but others are generally not known for being political, even if they put out ground-breaking albums (Nas, Dr. Dre). Any reason you also feature these nonpolitical artists so prominently? How do you see them fitting into the spirit of 1960's counter-culture?

For me the spirit of rebellion is the same, of course the different ways it manifests seems incompatible on the surface but when you really check it out the sentiment is mostly the same. In general I think its important to big up any resistance against the status quo whether it’s consciously political or not.

The simple reason it all coexists on the blog is because it’s what I’m seeing and it’s generally how I’m feeling. Anytime I’m digging in the papers and magazines I’m chasing some thought I had, which is usually prompted by the music I’m listening to and I literally just scan and post what catches my attention in that moment. To me the site is the online equivalent of saying to your friend, “check this shit out…”

Muhammad Ali speaking at San Francisco’s Civic Center as a part of the April 27th (1968) Mobilization for Peace. Photo by Alan Copeland.

Tell us a little bit about your upcoming book. How will the blog and the book compliment each other?

The book is called On the Ground: An Illustrated Anecdotal History of the Sixties Underground Press in the U.S. and will be released by PM Press (who are based in Oakland) in the Fall of 2011.

It is essentially a collection of stories told to me by the people actually involved with the production and distribution of the newspapers—John Sinclair, Art Kunkin, Paul Krassner, Ben Morea, Emory Douglas, JohnWilcock, Bill Ayers, Spain Rodriguez, Trina Robbins, Al Goldstein, Harvey Wasserman and many more—and features over 50 full-color scans taken from a broad range of newspapers.

As the publishing date approaches the blog is going to end up being an accumulation of outtakes and b-roll to the book. There’s so much fascinating stuff that I’ve collected that isn’t appropriate for the book and the blog will be an outlet for all of this content. I can’t wait actually because I’m itching to put this stuff out there. I’ll still be throwing in scans of M.O.P. ads to confuse people here and there.

Have a favorite scan you've posted on the blog?

The American Flag as Redesigned in 1901 by Mark Twain. Ramparts, May 1968.

Mark Twain was the shit and so was Ramparts.

Despite the decline in student activism, are there any major causes today being taken up in the Bay Area that you find memorable?

Seeing the mobilization to speak out against the murder of Oscar Grant was inspiring. I’ve also noticed that a lot of veteran organizers and revolutionaries in the Bay Area are starting to re-emerge and re-engage with the younger generations. We’ll see where it all goes but there seems to be a general growth of student movements and a recent welling up student protest around the world. It all goes in cycles.

Tricky Dick Visits S.F. San Franciso Express Times, September 1968.

After closing down the bookstore in SF, what prompted you to move to Brooklyn?

Classically hard headed, I decided the correct course of action after closing the store was to pursue a career in the publishing industry (any NY based publishers reading this – I am a humble, hard working aspiring wage slave. Holla at me – sean@babylonfalling.com)

Was it a major pain in the ass to get your collection across the country?

The papers are nothing compared to the insanity of lugging around our books. The real pain in the ass has been trying to convince my wife that the papers and magazines (in unmarked binders, plastic tubs and poly bags) deserve prominent placement in our living room.

You can follow Babylon Falling on Tumblr.

B4 The Mission Was Clean

This video is a tad on the long side, but if you can get past your internet ADHD, you'll have a solid look back on Mission skateboard culture of the mid-90s.  From the video description:

This footage is from 94. This is High8 footage from SF. I recieved the High8 tapes years later from a good friend: Marcos Nieves. The skating in this video is a good example of what you would find on the day to day in SF's Mission District. The LOS Crew consisted of many faces that where skateboarders, artists and people that were down for each other. Thank you for opening my eyes to some of the best times.

(via Mission Mission)

San Francisco Motorcycle Cops Trained as Daredevils

Ocean Beach Bulletin, my preferred source for news about sand, hips us to this 1912 newsreel featuring an SFPD motorcycle unit that leaps from their bikes into the windows of speeding vehicles as their bikes crash into the sand dunes.  Why were these badasses doing such a thing?  Well, back in the day, the Great Highway was the local drag racing strip, which SFPD was clearly not thrilled about.  OBB explains:

In the 1950s and 1960s, the Great Highway was a popular place for teens to drag race, even if the winner often met a waiting SFPD squad car just past the finish line at Lincoln Way or Sloat Boulevard. Racing began to fade away after the Golden Gate National Recreation Area took over Ocean Beach in the 1970s. When the Great Highway received a shoreline makeover in the early 1990s with a median strip, walking paths, stoplights and crosswalks, dragging for pink slips was gone for good. At least I hope it’s gone, now that I am a sober man of middle years who regrets the reckless ways of his youth.

Mid-century teenagers didn’t invent speeding on the Great Highway. Joy riders on the scenic road were a recognized nuisance from the early 1900s. In 1912, the city’s Police Commission responded by forming a 30-officer motorcycle squad just to patrol Golden Gate Park and Ocean Beach. The officers invented some daring tactics to deal with speeders, as this old newsreel demonstrates.

Should SFPD revive this mayhem fleet?  Have them start tackling messengers as they bomb through red lights during alleycats?  Perhaps leap from their bike when an unsuspecting hipster cracks open a Tecate in Dolores?  I think the answer is an easy yes.

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