Guy Smith | July 17, 2011
If the Gawds of technology are working, this post should appear about the say time as I stand on the stern of a boat, facing a glorious woman and stuttering through the simple phrase “I do.”
I post this in advance not to brag, but as an opportunity to let everyone not attending to hear the [...]
Guy Smith | October 27, 2010
It is odd to own an audience.
I do not refer to the purchasing of people to populate a performance, as many politicians have been known to do. Instead I comment on those moments when a musical performer changes the mood of a room or stadium full of folk and eliminates all inattention. Even top-shelf touring [...]
Guy Smith | September 7, 2009
It is Labor Day in San Francisco, which means it is again time for cowgirls gone wild.
Few parts of San Francisco are wilder than the Mission District. Mission mavens are ‘colorful’ in the same sense that parrots and flamingos are and Liberace was. Mission residents are not considered properly dresses unless their tattoos [...]
Guy Smith | August 29, 2009
I could get used to this real quick.
There is a holy place in the unholy town of Berkeley, California. Smelted in the 1960’s along with several thousand other coffee shops (the American variety, not the Amsterdam kind, though in the 60’s the differences were minor) was The Freight. Its proper name is The [...]
Guy Smith | August 23, 2009
Having written songs and performed solo for way too long, it is odd being in a band. (We’ll call it a band. More like four guys who wanted to jam and needed a good reason to drink week nights). Individually we are all quite good. Collectively we are sloppy with occasional [...]
