A Saturday evening at the Eagles Hall in Daly City
Music Editor Melinda thinks my taste in music stinks. She has issues with me admitting I like Cher. She didn't think it was funny the time I received an email from Amazon stating "Based on your purchasing history, we'd like to suggest the Phil Collins Greatest Hits album." She thought it was sad. She thought I was sad. And I mean that in the British sense. As in, Susan is a loser.
The thing is, it's not that my taste in music is so bad. Really, it isn't. It's just that it's a bit schizophrenic. It's like my wardrobe: some days I'm a clog-plodding, fleece-snuggling hippy mama, other days I'm six foot two in my super comfy, foamy raver shoes and teflon clothes, and still at other times I look like a housewife from Presidio Heights in my squeaky clean white t-shirt and loafers.
This past Saturday evening fulfilled the hippy mama side. I went to go hear my absolute favorite folk singer, Erica Wheeler, sing and talk and sing some more at the Eagles Hall in Daly City. Saturday nights don't get much more rocking in my world.
It was an intimate evening; eleven people showed up for what has to be one of my all-time most enjoyable live music performances. The venue and size of the audience definitely played a big role. But then again, Erica Wheeler is enchanting to listen to. She's funny, has a down-home style and has a sweet, sweet voice. Sometimes when I'm running in the early morning, I'll listen to the first cassette I bought of hers when I was in college. Her songs make my heart unstitch and flap big. Add a sunrise and the smell of eucalyptus trees and I'm probably the only person running and wailing quite happily along the Presidio trails in the early hours.
I'm not too comfy with writing about music other than to say it makes me feel good or it doesn't. When Erica Wheeler sings, I feel good. So there.
But, let me tell you about the Eagles Hall in Daly City. What a trip! Here are a couple of highlights:
1). The bar: I mentioned this already. It's tiny and has about eight bar stools and red lighting. Thumbs up.
2). The piano: Right there, behind where Erica was singing was an upright. There was a sign on it that said "Foe."
3). The wallpaper: It's satiny with a floral pattern. Ohhh, and there are christmas lights at half-mast that look like they've been on since the day after Thanksgiving.
4). The sign below the coffee machine: "Don't criticize the coffee. You may be old and weak yourself someday."
Well, quite. I'll bear that in mind.
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