Check out the semi-expurgated 24-fps truth of the Tip’s 225th anniversary/historic plaque placing/Cinco de Mayo celebration at The-Tip.org. And see the BSFW Flickr evidence here. And the complete original incredible notification letter here.
Remember last Thursday? Maybe not. It was certainly a perfect storm of a party: the Tip’s 225th birthday, Cinco de Mayo, beautiful weather — and a brand new roofdeck from which to enjoy it — the launch of the-tip.org and of Tip Records, a lost movie trailer, the return of the Donnie Finnell Trio with their debut single, Easystreet, a big brass plaque, a big brown bunny and a guy from the government — and his wife — who may not get out much. Well, to jog your misty, water-colored memories, there are now a bunch of pictures. For better or worse.
Now it can be told: on 7 February 2011, Parker Channon (frequently mistaken for Parker Shannon) received a certified letter from the US Department of Interior informing him that D/C’s penthouse lounge, the Tip, had been awarded landmark status as an “Historic Tavern.” Continue reading
What girl didn’t want to have a stylish bracelet that just happened to deflect bullets? Or a magic lariat? Or the ability to change outfits just by spinning? She’s the original Queen of Girl Power, the Amazonian Riot Grrrl who came to America to save the late seventies. She could kick-ass on any man, woman or mad scientist and look fabulous in her stars-and-stripes superhero ensemble doing it. She was the pop embodiment of feminism, and you could argue that every heroine since — real or imagined — owes her. The embodiment of Wonder Woman, in turn, was Lynda Carter. An azure-eyed singer from Arizona who won the 1972 Miss World USA pageant, Lynda went on to Hollywood in 1976 to win the role of Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, which would run on TV for three indelible years (and for eternity on cable and web). But she never gave up her first love, singing, and pursued it in four network specials, alongside the likes of Kenny Rogers, Ray Charles, Tom Jones, and Merle Haggard, and beyond. Her 2009 CD, At Last, made it to the Billboard top ten. Now, en route to performing her acclaimed cabaret show at the Rrazz Room in San Francisco’s Hotel Nikko, she has graciously deigned to bring her enduring beauty, truth and superpowers to the first lunchtime Toast of the Tip, this Thursday, April 21 at 1:00 pm. To attend the Tip lunch and/or Rrazz Room show, click here or spin real fast.
As one of the first real rock critics, for Crawdaddy, the first real rock magazine, he invented heavy metal — or was the first to apply that phrase to music. As producer and manager of the Blue Öyster Cult — a band he helped assemble and that was named for one of his poems — he put the umlaut into rock and then put the cowbell into “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper,” satirized by Christopher Walken on SNL. As producer, he oversaw the recording of the first Clash album released in the US, Give ’em Enough Rope. As manager, he guided Black Sabbath in the Dio years, putting them together with BÖC for “Black & Blue,” the first double-headliner rock tour. As both producer and manager of the Dictators, whose first album preceded the Ramones by more than a year, he pioneered punk. As producer of Dream Syndicate, he pioneered LA’s Paisley Underground. As a lyricist, he contributed dozens of songs to Blue Öyster Cult records, including the epic poem-cycle that became their Imaginos album. He was president of 415 Records, home to Romeo Void and Pearl Harbor and the Explosions, among others, and founding vice-president of the alt rock website, e-music.com. Today he is a professor at McGill University in Montreal and a sometime visiting lecturer on the future of music at Berkeley, Stanford, Harvard, SXSW and, on February 25, 2011, at Duncan/Channon’s own insitute of higher learning, the Tip.
From the unprecedented celebration of Duncan/Channon’s unexpected, unlikely and, frankly, unbelievable 20th anniversary, proof that it wasn’t all just a fever dream, starring flaming snails, giant rabbits, lustful cheerleaders and musical mayhem of every imaginable variety.
Our favorite pics of other things we don’t remember.
Photos from the Bunny Boudoir!
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A recap of the live entertainment after the jump. Continue reading
It’s not about turning back the clock. It’s about a smoking little band from Portland, signed to the Dandy Warhols’ Beat the World Records label, that just played its first-ever acoustic set at a smoking little bar in San Francisco called the Tip. It seems clear these stylish 19-to-21-year-olds are looking at a future so bright. Which means that, someday soon, the fired-up crowd of about 40 friends and fam will be able to say they saw them when they were still cool. After 1776′s 45-minute show, their label-mates, the Upsidedown, dropped by for a brief, rousing set, with Altoids tins and a cash box as percussion. Above, a video fragment from 1776.
Later, this happened.
The once and future welterweight champion of the boxing world, Paul Nave, aka The Marin County Assassin, regaled a rapt crowd with tales of rails, jails and cornerman’s pails last week at the first Toast of the Tip of 2010. Paul, who retired from boxing almost a decade ago, hopes later this year to make good on his promise to become, at 49, not just the oldest boxer licensed in California, but the oldest champ ever.
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