San Franciscan Nights

Here's a song by the Animals, of "House of the Rising Sun" fame, which I'd never heard until this week.



I went to San Francisco in 1993. It was fine, but the experience wasn't life-changing for me. I suppose it had a moment in around 1969.

1 comment:

Texan99 said...

I spent the summer of 1968 there. Though a passive observer of age 12, I was strongly affected. Nothing like that culture was happening in Houston at the time. Even beyond the emerging hippie culture of co-op grocery stories, the People's Park, long-haired men on the street, and counter-culture head-shops, establishment San Francisco also boasted Chinatown, a sophisticated cuisine including Chinese food not limited to La Choy style, and (best of all) real sourdough bread. We went to a lot of plays; I remember seeing "Rosencranz and Guildenstern Are Dead" and "George M!" It was my first experience with a city with a pedestrian life, too, and almost my first experience with architecture predating about 1900. Houston was mostly built after WWII, with only a few patches of older neighborhoods, barely accessible to me at that age.

I'm awfully sorry to see what's happened to San Francisco, the whole state, really.