Second coffee of the day, and I'm listening to Shellac of North America. Who described this band as surgically-precise rock & roll?
I mean, goddammit, I miss the Lounge Ax.
Although I don't have a definitive database (and iCal spiffiness) like Greg, I recall having seen Shellac in many memorable places (and at memorable times: the Sunday morning church service). And having eaten fish an' chips with sundry members. I like their frank Q & A sessions, their spare on-stage presence, and the fact that they sing a song against itself.
The Randall Museum, a "spot in the heart of the city where young people could spend a day in the country," was once housed in an old city jail; now its own building nestled in Corona Heights, it has a spectacular live-animal exhibit as well as a model railroading layout and expansive outdoor area. As its funds from the city dry up, the Randall Museum faces an uncertain future. Operating funds from the City and County of San Francisco may not be enough to sustain the Museum; the city faces a massive ($352 million)shortfall in revenue. The Friends of the Randall have proposed a privatization of the musuem.