Sunday of the Boogaloo was mellower, as Sundays tend to be. Some of us had work in the morning, and some had been day-drinking since the Fourth. Quite a few attendees opted for the whole weekend, many of them notably more sunned and crispy than the day before.
On the second day I began to appreciate the side attractions. The Boogaloo food area featured, among other fare, a hamburger stand (duh), vegan food, iced coffee, and organic popsicles, all for…okay it was pretty steep, but not outrageous. And, as I mentioned last time, staff and goers were amicable–I witnessed no petty squabbles nor general displays of douchebagery throughout the entire weekend. Bravo, Burger Boogaloo. I’ll see you next year.
Katy Goodman put on an excellent show. Her clear soprano voice floated above the mix effortlessly while the guitarist’s sound was cleaner and sharper than any other band’s I heard. Goodman clearly has a knack for writing strong melodies and her La Sera band members support her well. Hearing a more downtempo, shoegaze-oriented act was a welcome change.
The guy from Uruguay took the stage alone and did a few numbers with his acoustic guitar before inviting up his band: a woman playing bongos with soft mallets, an elder hunched over guitarist who was barely audible, and a Lurch-like bassist. Despite the ragtag assortment, their music was straightforward acoustic guitar pop with scattered Spanish lyrics.
These guys absolutely shredded, spewing Andrew W.K. style ass rock in everyone’s faces and leaving no survivors. Epic riffs shot off one by one as members of the formerly placid crowd began wildly convulsing and ran down the aisles to dive into the frenzied mosh. My favorite Sunday performance.
The Gizmos dished out their set with a thick coat of dusty mold. The tempos were wobbly, the singing was plain bad. The bassist Billy Nightshade wants you to know he has a solo project though.
Personal and the Pizzas
I quickly deemed this New Jersey/San Francisco band most likely to commit inebriated crimes later that night. Maybe it’s because they had chains for guitar straps. Their sound was loud and brash; I could smell sweat-soaked leather and menthol cigarettes ten rows away. They threatened to kill Macauley Culkin because his pizza-themed cover band, The Pizza Underground, was scheduled to play in SF the same night they were back in February. I can’t tell how serious they are, but I sure felt greasy after.
Really fun set, mostly for two reasons: 1) Kim Shattuck is a fierce and intense performer. Her guitar playing was aggressive, and she had a great screaming voice, (which she only used sparingly on choice choruses unfortunately), that took the band to a whole new level of intensity; and 2) Roy McDonald played the drums with an Animal-like ferocity and showmanship, pulling off the “throw the drumstick in the air and catch it” trick more than a few times, with varying levels of success.
Shannon and the Clams
The trio, this time with three female backup singers, (a nice touch) was received warmly as they played their brand of midcentury doo-wop and R&B with a punk aesthetic. The Clams definitely enjoyed a home court advantage; Shannon mentioned her house was a few blocks away from the park and she thanked her younger brother and friends who were cheering by the right of stage.
Spector, the lead singer of ‘60s girl group The Ronettes, was the most hyped event and biggest celebrity of the weekend. People scrambled to film her on their phones as she was helped down the aisle and up to the stage. The seventy-year-old pop star seemed frail until she began her first song, and then, the strength of her voice and the grace of her movements reappeared all at once. Spector and the band performed her wealth of material solidly and with professional poise; it’s no wonder the organizers decided to close Burger Boogaloo with a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame legend.
Photos by Gracie Malley