A 90 Minute Psychedelic Freakout

Yenie and I filled up on sushi in Japantown tonight (at one of those places that has the boats that float by filled with delicious, delicious fish) then went to the butthole surfers show at the fillmore. I don't know where my expectations were exactly, but they were far exceeded, trampled even, by a fog machine and a lunatic playing a saxophone.



















The crowd was packed to the walls with old guard SF goth kids. There wasn't a tie dyed  fixed gear american apparel soy latte within three miles. Ahhhhhhh. Go seem them. In fact, come to San Francisco and see them tomorrow night. It's bound to be a party.