We were tipped about this secret basement show by a local record label owner and semi-well known scenester about town. The address of the venue (basement) was slipped to us is a dark parking lot (okay it was behind an already occupied bush in Aquatic Park), and then we were off to the show! The rain had stopped and we found our way to the hood, near where the Tidal Wave metal fests take place every year, and then it was just a matter of finding parking and the right house. Both of which were easy to do....TOO EASY. When we got to the house (and you could tell that it was thee spot) there was a sign on the door that read: Flipper canceled. Sorry, we tried to calll everyone.
Shit. It would have been perfect. Perfect weather, perfect location, and oh shit...were we duped? Maybe, but the joke is on anyone who left too soon because while we stared in disbelief at the handwritten sign, Sly Stone pulled up on a three wheel Harley. Yes, Sly fucking Stone! He has platinum hair that's spiked up everywhere - I guess the mohawk grew out or something - and it turns out he is a huge Flipper fan. He told us a story about picking up that old Posh Boy compilation that had Negative Trend on it, and then about how he'd bought every Flipper record, but never got a chance to see them with their original line-up. Will Shatter R.I.P. It was cool. As if that wasn't mind blowing enough, Sly then pulled out this cool little keyboard and played us a couple of new songs that he has written. Powerful, life altering shit. The powers that be will never let him release it. They'd sooner give Fidel Castro his own talk show on MTV. Oh well, that about does it for this secret Flipper show report. It turns out that no one hooked us or our staff photographer up with passes for tonight's show at the Fillmore (I blame Depace), so even though we missed Flipper this time around, a half hour spent with a forty and a sober Sly Stone in San Francisco on a rainy night in April still counts for something.
-Jay Unidos
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