Playing at the Bay to Breakers race in S.F. is a royal pain in the butt. You have to get there by 6:30 to set up, then you have to play for 3 hours with no breaks. the cops shut you down at 11:30, but you still have to wait for hours and hours until the straggling drunks pass by and you can finally load out at 3:00.
Of course, there are benefits- lots of new fans, lots of dancing in the street, your friend's band might stop by and play a few songs, lots of merch sales.
And, this sort of thing happens -youtube video- once in a while. Caution- PG-13.

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And that my friends, is why you need to learn to stop looking at your hands when you play

I missed it.

Danny Snyder

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Damn,
I didn't even notice the mosrite.
tells ya where my minds at.

Jeff(bigtikidude)

Ahhhhh, imagine if aliens (the kind from another planet) landed at that spot at that very moment.

Wish I could have been there!! MBP, the Deadbeats and Boobs!

It must have been awesome. There is always next year.

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great gig indeed! my first time playing through a mosrite, first time playing through a showman, first time playing with MBP, AND my first taste of manischewitz!!!! i really enjoyed MBP, and all the girls walking by there haha i dont know about the 75 year old naked dudes dancing around though but yeah, it was nice seeing MBP play, although it does suck that the park ranger made the music stop, and were being assholes when they were tryin to load their stuff back into their cars. anyways it was great playing with MBP!!!

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With regards to the cops, it was a mixed experience. The park ranger who asked us to stop playing was very nice and professional, even apologetic.

The park rangers we encountered trying to load out were not helpful, but not rude. A lot of "I'm sorry, but I can't let you through" while trying to at least acknowledge my predicament.

The real duesy was the SFPD officer at the corner of Transverse and Crossover. He was a tool, unempathetic and uninterested. He seemed to consider me a part of the problem, just another a-hole in his day. No doubt he'd dealt with many during the day, but when I tried to even acknowledge his frustrations he got more pissed at me. He made me move my car back out of the park, and then as I walked into the park I saw him waive two vans through. I walked back to ask why they could go through when I couldn't and he yelled at me, saying they were "real vendors" and we weren't. He gave me the "one more word and you'll get the batton" look.

Now I've got to walk about half a mile back to where the band played, where Danny and the guys from the Deadbeats were waiting. We grabbed three Showmans, I slung the baritone over my shoulder and we started rolling the amps to my car. When we got in view of the car the cop, acting like he was doing me a grand favor, told me I could move my car forward about ten car lengths, to where I'd asked him if I could park the first time. I tossed the bass on the grass and walked over to the car, and moved it the alloted distance. We loaded the amps in, at which point the cop then said we could move the car up the end of the street, with a nasty tone like we were a pile of crap he was happy to finally scrape off his shoe. I was so pissed at this point, after four plus hours of trying to get out, that I took off with the car and forgot the baritone on the grass.

Really, I understand that his job sucks. I just wish he could have been a little bit understanding that my job at that point sucked too. Instead he treated me like shit, I got pissed, and forgot my guitar. It's my mistake and my fault, not his, but it's still disappointing.

Please tell me there's a happy ending to this story Mel.
You realized after you left, you forgot your guitar, so you drove back, and there it was, your guitar still there, laying in the grassy area, and the cop got hit by a big mack truck.
Is this just wishful thinking on my part?
Billy

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Mel,

Rest assured, if I was there, I would of had a chat with that officer & his supervisor. I know how the system works & how to rock the boat. Bottom line is there was no justification for the guys behavior. I worked around some jerks like that. They gave the rest of us a bad name. I always felt quite capable of doing that myself but was able to refrain most of the time. You & your crew at top notch people & deserve to be treated better.