San Francisco Blog

Wolf Eyes: normally they only make you figuratively wet your pants.

Does it really have to be said, that when you go to a show--either at a club, in someone's basement, or in an industrial looking warehouse--that it's bad manners to piss on the floor? Apparently no one told one chick who came to check out the Sic Alps/Black Dice/Wolf Eyes show on Friday night at a San Francisco underground warehouse space. The gal must've squatted down in some corner of the space--which was a pretty nice setup, with lots of artwork on the walls, not easily mistaken for a bathroom--to release some of the booze she'd been drinking. One of the warehouse owners tracked her down to yell at her and she gave him an unrepentant stare, answering back, "Well, the lines for the bathroom were long." Really?

It was one of many douchebag moves that night, which unfortunately also saw the show getting shut down halfway through, before either Black Dice or Wolf Eyes could play. The folks running the event said the cops had been called.

With so few underground shows being able to exist in S.F. anymore (those that have traditionally been in art galleries, record stores, and collective living spaces getting the ax after neighbors complain) it was exciting to actually be able to hit this particular warehouse a couple times in recent months. But with the pissing princess, the cops, and the yelling champion--who screamed at the hosts that he wanted his $10 back, even though by the time the cops came two of the four acts had already played--I wonder how much longer we'll be able to see great shows at this great space. Folks, is it that hard to keep your shit together for one night in this city?