Watching City Hall #213 Scum bag Newsom steals another h. brown idea! For God’s sake, Gavin. You are paying all of these ‘top’ consultants millions of dollars to come up with ideas. Do you have to keep stealing mine!? Last year about this time, I opened my campaign for Supervisor of District #2 against Gavin Newsom with a little concert which included Neska (formerly, ‘Linda LaFlamme’ of ‘Beautiful Day’ fame – when she played, people in the audience, literally cried) … I thought bringing back rock icons like Neska was a great idea for a political campaign. … Now, since I’m h. brown, it would be different to work with these people. … I’m a penniless old hippie … but, with credentials. … Back in the mid-70’s, my friends and I built the biggest night club in town. That was in St. Louis, which has and always has had and always will, an original music scene surpassing any in the nation, if not world. … Music has been a part of my calculations in every major decision process since. (where I’ll live, if a relationship can last …) … Music rocks. … Music rules. … Music is magic. … And, … above all … true artists cannot be bought. Newsom to purchase SF rock history! Gavin Newsom hosting a rock concert is like Darth Vader drinking from the holy grail. … It’s like the nazis trying to use the arc as a military weapon (see ‘Raiders of Lost Arc’) … It’s like a back-stabbing bureaucrat trying to take the first trip to meet alien life forms (see ‘Contact’) … I curse his efforts, and they will surely go badly. San Francisco rock history is a history of giving to the poor. It is a history of free concerts with food and pot and Lsd. It is not about a bunch of lifeless android yuppies who are trying to strip the poor of the little money they have and give it to the rich (See: ‘Sir Gavin Hood’ – robs poor and gives to Walter Shorenstein) … … Alioto could have pulled it off (the concert). … She is a genuine advocate for classic San Francisco. A couple of months ago, before Matt Gonzalez decided to enter the race for mayor, I approached a couple of friends (Deby Inman & Frank Webster – graphics partners) … friends who were accomplished (internationally, with awards and all that stuff) … told em I wanted to be a force in the race for mayor but I needed some graphics back-up for presentations. … Soooo, we cooked up this event in which Alioto could present classic rock groups at a classic venue both for pure entertainment value and to boost her campaign. … She sat on the ideas (not doubt at the behest of her Campaign Manager who worked for Newsom) … so, I started figuring out how I could use the idea in a Gonzalez for Mayor campaign. … Hell, Matt is a real musician. … Then, this morning? Bruce Bellingham announces in his column that Gavin Newsom has suddenly come up with the idea of personally sponsoring a concert in Golden Gate Park for the purpose of: “restoring great music to San Francisco to celebrate the days when this was a world-class music city.” It was a straight rip-off of my idea but, from a corporate angle. The key phrase in there is: “world-class”. It’s from Warren Hellman. … He uses it when he closes Golden Gate Stables (the Polo Fields will not be far behind) … obliterates free parking from the park (his underground garage will make more money – and, ‘no’, you won’t see any of it) … What they mean by ‘world-class’ is actually … ‘RESERVED FOR THE RICH’. Hell, they aren’t even subtle about it. … They give each other all of these little free passes to the new Harding golf course, the Asian Art Museum, the Zoo (for God’s sake!), … they’ll pay nothing for using the Conservatory of flowers for parties, while you’ll pay $5 to walk through (they don’t expect you to … it is meant as a private party space – they, in fact – with the approval of the new ‘progressive’ Board, reserved private space for limo drop-off behind the Conservatory if Gonzalez were to actually succeed in closing that area of the park for pedestrians on Saturdays) … There I go ‘chasing rabbits’ … these folks truly suck. I mean that in the most sincere manner. Newsom is an android (did you see the San Jose’ Mercury piece? – he tested positive as an android) … Gavin is a byte blabbing ‘Stepford candidate’ who never had an idea of his own in his frigging life. … He simply memorizes things the Getty people hand him and smiles while he reads them. … Let me bottom line this. Musicians and artists for Gonzalez I appeal to Carlos Santana. I appeal to Mickey Hart . I appeal to the Quicksilver Messenger Service … do not sell your services to this man who has chased so many of your brethren out of San Francisco. … The unbelievable chutzpah of this asshole to first vote for legislation that chased 2,000 studio musicians out of town 3 years ago (so’s their building could become a ‘world class’ office building – the dot com bubble burst and it’s still empty) … he’s been chasing musicians and artists out of town since Willie Brown put him on the Board to vote for developers, which he has done faithfully … now, he is claiming to be the hero of San Francisco Music!? … What an incredible prick! Here is the real skinny. … On September 25th, in the Veterans Building’s Green Room (Gavin voted to give the Vets’ Building to his buddies on the de Young board) … there will be a debate hosted by an art’s group asking what the individual candidates for mayor have done for the arts. … All Gavin has done is try to chase them out of town cause they don’t pay enough rent. … Soooo, they rip off h. brown’s idea and think they can hold a concert in the park (they’ll probably charge you and it will be liquor-less) … to prove Gavin’s devotion to the local arts. … Reality? … This boy couldn’t play a decent bone-o-phone. All artists who stand on his stage and support him are supporting the forced exile of the City’s struggling new artists. Newsom has voted for legislation to close a huge building on Bryant street that housed artists (so Barbara Kaufman’s husband – a fellow Willie Brown Board member – so they could use if for … surprise! … offices) … this man is no friend of any artist (unless you are actually puke-tasted enough to consider Stanlee Getti an artist). … Anyway, Newsom’s people have arranged this thing at the Vets building and will try to pack it. Call now and reserve your seat for the forum (Monday, September 29th, 5-6:30p, Green Room of Vets Building – call: (415) 430-1140 Extension 40) … By the way my trace through the maze required to have an rsvp confirmed, I’d assume Newsom already has the event rigged. … On stage, will be a different matter. Gavin Newsom is all about money. Matt Gonzalez is all about art. Newsom dirty tricks? I told Eileen Left about Newsom’s people submitting a request for Matt Gonzalez’s office e-mail and phone records for the past two years and asked what she thought of the matter. h.: “So, what do you think of the matter?” Eileen: “What time is it!!!? … Why am I handcuffed to the bed!?” h.: “So, you’re saying you don’t remember the cops bringing you home?” Eileen: “Cops? … I thought they were with Buzz Fazio. … I mean, shit man … anything above a cherry bomb and they think you’re a fuckin’ terrorist!” h.: “Yeah, well, I don’t know what you did to the cop to get him to let you go, but he made me promise you wouldn’t follow him, so I cuffed you to the steam pipes. … It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, girl.” Eileen: (rubbing her wrists and taking two quick slugs of the Irish coffee I placed before her – we’ve done this before – it’s usually much worse when she’s reviving me) … “So, what the hell did I tell you?” h.: (tossing her an old terry-cloth housecoat) … “Here, put this on. … I don’t see how, after all the ways you abuse it, but, your body is still a genuine distraction.” Eileen: (taunting, as she puts on the striped robe) … “Still not getting any, huh old man? … I thought you had a new girlfriend.” h.: (nervous and evasive) … “She’s not really my ‘girl’ … I mean, my ‘friend’ … or, rather, she’s not my … ‘girl’ … ‘friend’ … yet.” Eileen: (sneering, as she lights a cigarette and turns on the music to full blare while grabbing the pint of bourbon from behind the mirror where I hide it to ‘freshen’ her drink) … “She ain’t giving it up, huh!!? … Naaaa, naaa, … h. can’t do it … h. can’t do it.” h.: “Look, there’s no place for that kind of cheap talk. … This woman is different. … She’s nothing like you. … Well, she may be built as well but, otherwise, there’s nothing … no reason, we should even mention her in the column.” Eileen: “Oh, like you’re in charge again? … I think not. … I’ve enough on you to bury you at any minute. … You hearing me? … Just get on to what you need to know and we’ll get back to your new ‘girlfriend’ later. … Give me a pair of your socks. I’m going to go up to Ania’s and soak in the tub for about a year.” h.: (backing off) “I’m sorry. I really am. Shower here. … I always know you’re going to be mad when I wake you up. … I mean, lots of women find fault with me and you’re my ‘inner-woman’, so you’d have the most arguments.” Eileen: (gazes at video cam above tub where she is soaking and now sipping a mirmosa) “Uh huh, gonna tell the folks I’m a figment of your imagination again, huh? … You’re just trying to take credit for all of my hard-earned ‘personal’ research. … They all know that I’m actually the one who’s real and you’re the fake.” h.: “I’m starting to wonder if you’re right. … Tell me what you know about Newsom that’s new.” Eileen: “I like girls too you know. … Oh yeah! … I was with one of the consultant’s playthings last night and did she give me an earful.” h.: “Like what!!?” Eileen: “The purse strings are open. … The files they’re going for on Gonzalez are just the tip of the iceberg. (chugs her champagne & orange juice and forks in a few portions of scrambled eggs while nibbling some buttered whole wheat toast) … They are literally throwing around hundreds of thousands of dollars daily! … Yeah, they’re considering everything from tracing Matt’s citizenship, to his relationship with the Klu Klux Klan.” h.: “He doesn’t have any relationship with the Klu Klux Klan!!” Eileen: “Doesn’t matter. … Gavin is desperate. What if he lost and Getty cut him off? … Think about that. … Newsom is nothing without Gordon Getty and Getty is pissed. … I mean, shit man, he and Fisher have poured 5 million bucks into Gavin in the past two years. … It’s not just the politics you know. … They’ve continued to make him a partner in all kinds of real estate deals. … They own him. … He’s paid in full. … and, … he’s losing. … These guys are worse than George Steinbrenner on a bad day. They want results for their investment and all of them are not as friendly as Gordon Getty.” h.: “Geez, I’m starting to feel sorry for Gavin. Should we offer him a place to stay in case they throw him out?” Eileen: (standing and throwing off the housecoat to begin her morning exercises … ‘WoW … then, MoM … WoW … MoM … I sat mesmerized) “Naw. … If he ever talked, the witness protection program couldn’t save his ass. … If Matt beats him, you’ll never hear from Gavin Newsom again. … He’ll spend the rest of his life going to cocktail parties where people laugh about him behind his back.” h.: “Kind of like Gordon Getty?” Eileen: “Exactly. … Get me a towel. … I have a date with one of those turkeys from Angela’s campaign.” h.: (pulling huge, fluffly towel from shelf) “I really do appreciate your work, you know. … It must be tough for you to run around half naked all day, …” Eileen: (leans out of shower smiling – she has a clear shower cap on and her shoulders are glistening and angular from the spray of water) … “Well, it’s really just a matter of self-preservation. … I am, after all, the fantasy of an artist and … if the artist goes away … I go away. … Everyone knows … San Francisco needs its artists and its fantasies.” h.: (staring at her retreating svelte body) “You’ve always been too deep for me kid. … (pause and reflection) It makes me wonder if maybe I’m a figment of YOUR imagination.” Eileen: (opens door, steam pours out … she tosses a cup of warm water on h. who recoils and stands dripping) … “Feel that? … You exist. … I exist too. … It’s Newsom and his ‘muggles’ who aren’t real.” Hell, I don’t know: