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Tne Beat Goes On...
by Mike Marino
Many
people have truly Left Their Heart in San Francisco...
The Baghdad by the Bay has left its indelible imprint on visitors and
residents alike and is many things to many people. It is The Golden
Gate Bridge...a stalwart sentry sitting astride the entrance to the
Bay; guarding the crown jewels of the kingdom... It is Alcatraz Island,
a formidable and lonely place, housing infamous ghosts from an infamous
past; and it is Fisherman's Wharf; sea salt, sea lions, spectacular
views and gastronomic delights. Above all, San Francisco is a forest
of neighborhoods, each one unique in its diversity and culture and strung
like a pearl necklace of eclectic enclaves throughout the free spirited
city. Each neighborhood - each pearl - priceless and diverse. One neighborhood
in particular personifies the free thinking spirit of this city like
no other....North Beach!! The ghosts of Jack Kerouac's Dharma Bums roaming
freely in the dark fog night....Italian foods wafting gently in the
morning breeze...and enough pubs and night life to keep Jack London
happy. Although Jack Kerouac is long gone...in North Beach...The Beat
Goes On!!!
NORTH BEACH TOUR
- LOMBARD
STREET-------------------------------------------
No visit to San Francisco, or "Ess Eff", would be complete
without a good asphalt kickin' ride down Lombard Street; and it makes
for an excellent starting point for your Dharma Bum visit to North
Beach. Billed as the "Crookedest Street in the World", it
also affords a spectacular Rice-A-Roni view of the bay from the top
of the hill. San Francisco is a city proud of its hills and yes, they
are challenging to the first timer or uninitiated, but Lombard Street
combines that challenge with the addition of landscaped, serpentine
curves that will delight the senses as you make your downward trek.
Winding and twisting, its the closest thing to an amusement park ride
on asphalt that you'll ever find and is one of the definitive Ess
Eff experiences; that and riding on a trolley car of course. Route
66 may be the Mother Road and The Main Street of America, but Lombard
Street is the most curvaceous street in the world, and because the
street is lined with fragrant flora, it's also the best smelling one
too!
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COIT TOWER -----------------------------------------------
Many citizens of San Francisco have left their indelible imprint on
this fair city, from the legendary Emperor Norton who acted as the
flamboyant Head of State to a bemused and tolerant citizenry, to Carol
Doda, who made a different kind of impact as she danced her way into
history in a fashion that gave new meaning to the term...Northern
(..and Southern!) Exposure! However, one citizen left more than a
legend in her wake and today a 180 foot cylindrical tower sits atop
Telegraph Hill to firmly anchor her spot in the hearts and memories
of San Franciscans...Lillie Coit.
Elizabeth Lillie Hitchcock arrived in Ess Eff from West Point, New
York in 1851 at the age of 15. Legend has it that she helped aid in
putting out a fire when the engine company (Knickerbocker #5) rushed
to answer an alarm and was short on personnel. That day began her
lifelong love affair with her beloved fire fighters. Eventually, Lillie
married Howard Coit and lived into the 20th Century where she died
in 1929 at the ge of 86. In her will she bequethed 1/3 of her fortune
to the city to use towards a monument of some sort as they saw fit.
The monument decided on was to be built atop Telegraph Hill and would
bear a resemblance to the nozzle of a fire hose..it was completed
in 1933. (Others claim it's something else..but that is not unusual
speculation in a city that seems to abound in a variety of phallic
architecture!!)
As you descend Lombard Street, continue on it until you reach the
winding road to Coit Tower..(yes, winding roads are an amusing way
of life here!) Once you've reached the parking lot you'll be rewarded
with a breath taking 360 of the city, and when you go inside the tower,
you'll be rewarded with a visual feast of some of the finest Diego
Rivera inspired WPA era murals in the country. One of my favorite
times of the day to visit for the view is in the wee smalls, just
before sunrise; the lights of the city sparkling like small Italian
lights on a large urban Christmas tree. Coit Tower was and remains
one of the most recognizable landmarks in this city of landmarks,
and as the song says...I Left My Heart In San Francisco (everybody
does!), but in the case of Lillie Hitchcock Coit, she also left a
lasting monument in tribute to the free spirit of San Francisco, and
to the free spirit of Lillie Coit in particular.
- THE
DHARMA BUMS TOUR----------------------------------
In the early 1950's, the Jazz Muse was working her magic on a whole
generation. The post-war years brought with them prosperity but it
also brought a restlessness of spirit to its youth. This restlessness
brought on an era of experimentation...Jazz., cheap wine, Marijuana,
and sexual expression. The search for self was fueling the journey.
Eventually all these elements would collide and take shape to define
the times from coast to coast. One neighborhood in particular pulled
like the force of a spiritual gravity and came to personify the era
and its ideals like no other....North Beach in San Francisco...The
Mother Church of The Beat Generation!!
JACK KEROUAC: 29 Russell Street
The term The Beat Generation was first used by Jack Kerouac in 1948.
In 1952 John Clellon Holmes introduced the phrase to the masses in
an arcticle in the New York Times Magazine..called This Is The Beat
Generation. In 1958, Mr. San Francisco, Herb Caen coined the term
Beatnik!! Jack Kerouac was born in Lowell, Massachussets in 1922 and
attended college in NYC. Eventually he was pulled to the West Coast
and settled into (for awhile) The North Beach area. An enclave of
thinkers..poets..wino's and spirituality. It was a neighborhood that
was a melting pot of sweet jazz and the smell of marijuana drifting
into the fog nights of the city. In 1957, Jacks book, ON THE ROAD
was released by his publisher and has since influenced the asphalt
and inner search in generations of Dharma Bums. Although Jack was
no stranger to the nightlife of North Beach, he did find time to write
the novel and he did so at 29 Russell Street..a must see on every
Dharma Bums Beat Pilgrimage to the city. Its not the house that Jack
built..but it is the house that Jack wrote in. Jack Kerouac died in
Orlando, Florida in 1969 at the age of 47.
TO GET TO 29 RUSSELL STREET:Go
up Union Street to Hyde Street..turn left and go to the first right
turn only street...thats Russell Street, turn right and half way down
the block on your left will stand 29 Russell Street complete with
large brass numerals to mark the location..no plaque..no placard...but
if you listen carefully on an early San Fran morning, mixed in with
the sounds of the foghorns, you might just hear the frantic pecking
of a ghost typewriter coming from inside the building!! .
ALAN GINSBERG: HOWL!!
Alan Ginsberg's poem HOWL pierced the Beat night skies like the cry
of a wolf in the forest. It was a rallying cry that was heard by a
whole generation...a cry that brought maturity to a movement then
in its infancy. Revolutionary for its time, it defined The Search...and
brought all the elements into line like Beat planets orbiting around
a poetic sun...complete with ideas that raced through the minds sky
like meteors on a collision course with the Establishment. Ginsberg,
like Kerouac, was also from NYC and followed westward to San Francisco
and immersed himself in the waters of The Beat Baptism. HOWL was read
for the first time in public in October of 1955 at the legendary Six
Gallery...(Six Poets..Six Readings!) In attendance was a who's who
of Beatdom..including Kerouac and Cassidy (Dean Moriarity of ON THE
ROAD fame) As Jack passed around the wine jug, Alans sweet voice rang
out and HOWL could be heard across the universe. Although Alan was
living in Berkeley at the time of the reading, he was living on Montgomery
Street in North Beach when he wrote it. If Kerouac gave a generation
its words, Alan Ginsberg gave it a voice!!
1010 MONTGOMERY STREET: This was the Poets Pad where
HOWL was written. It's located on Montgomery Street between Vallejo
and Broadway.
3119 FILMORE STREET (THE SIX GALLERY): Now defunct as
a gallery you can still visit this historic beat location. Its on
Filmore Street between Filbert and Pixley or just 4 blocks south of
Lombard Street. Jack just might pass the wine jug to ya!! .
CITY LIGHTS BOOKSTORE: Every Dharma Bum has an old worn
out, dog earred copy of ON THE ROAD tucked away somewhere in that
canvas rucksack, usually right next to the beef jerky, extra flannel
shirt and pair of clean socks. asphalt numb. thumb out...you hitch
a ride in an El Camino...bang across the bridge and into the city,
to the only logical place to buy a replacement copy, CITY LGHTS BOOKSTORE!!!
No one stop on your Dharmic Tour of North Beach epitomizes the literati
essence of the Ess Eff Beat Era more than City Lights Bookstore. Founded
in 1953 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, it is the Fort Knox of Beat prose
and poetry, and the repository of revolutionary and evolutionary ideas
and artistic expression. In 1955 City Lights began publishing the
works on an eclectic range of cutting edge writers, thinkers, sinners
and saints... (Yes...HOWL was published by this premier vanguard of
avant-garde publishing houses). One can only imagine the after hours
port, prose and poetry conversations that were held there lasting
long past the night and into the morning...record players scratching
out a jazz beat...laughter erupting like Vesuvius (..not to be confused
with Vesuvio's!! That's another story.), voices flowing with a symphony
of ideas; drifting out into the ultra cool San Francisco nights...Ghost
Voices...now long gone...
Today when you visit City Lights, you'll find shelf after shelf of
everything from Camus to Haiku...and when you journey to the second
floor you'll find a Beat Literature Garden of Eden (Beat Generation
postcards too!!) including the works of Kerouac...Cassidy...Kesey...the
long gone ghost voices whose words wait patiently on their pages for
your eyes to give them new life again....and The Beat Goes On!
City Lights - 261 COLUMBUS AVE. Located at the corner of Columbus
Ave and Jack Kerouac Alley, your just a hop, skip and jump from Vesuvio's!!!
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VESUVIO'S BAR ----------------------------------------------
In Italy, the volcano Vesuvius exploded, rocking the earth, spewing
ash and lava for miles. In North Beach a similar eruption occurred
in October of 1955 when Neal Cassidy..(Dean Moriarity of ON THE ROAD)
stopped by for a shot of liquid liberation at Vesuvio's on his way
to a poetry reading at the Six Gallery. It was at this moment that
Vesuvio's became the official pub of choice for the Beats. The talk
and smoke drifting through the bar like a great plume of Beat smoke
and ash, the booze pouring forth like a raging flow of lava. Vesuvio's
was established in 1948 and also has the distinction of being the
the place where Jack Kerouac holed up and cancelled a meeting with
author Henry Miller who wanted to meet the young author after reading
and being impressed by DHARMA BUMS. Henry waited it out in Big Sur
as Jack whiled away the hours at Vesuvio's. The night got longer,
and the meeting never occurred.
Today Vesuvio's has a great collection of art work, articles and Beat
memorabilia, as well as a variety of drinks named after some of the
famous Beats including....Jack Kerouac!
THE JACK KEROUAC: Its a combination of rum...tequila...orange/cranberry
juice and lime ..all served up in a large bucket glass!! Cheers!!
At Vesuvio's you can belly up to the bar and order your KEROUAC 365
days a year from 6AM until 2AM. Barkeep...Another round!!
255 COLUMBUS AVE: Vesuvio's is located at Columbus Avenue
and Jack Kerouac Alley...right across from City Lights Bookstore where
you can pick up a copy of Jack Kerouac...The Book..then head on over
to Vesuvio's and order..Jack Kerouac..The Drink!
- THE
HUNGRY i & THE PURPLE ONION - - - - - - - - - - - - - ---If
the Beats had their writers and their dark poetry, they also had a
phalanx of comedians who illuminated the American conscienceness with
their black humour, held up to the face like a mirror to expose the
social hypocrisy of the times. Mort Sahl, sophisticated, cuttting
edge political satirist slicing through the American political landscape
like a Ginsu knife through butter...Woody Allen...East Coast personified
who made neurosis cool...and the caustic acid bath humour of Lenny
Bruce who taught a whole generation how to talk dirty and influence
people. Two venues became the laugh-think temples of these high priests
of satire and appropriately both were in North Beach..Enrico Banducci's
HUNGRY i and Bud Steinhoff's PURPLE ONION..(It was Banducci who suggested
the name PURPLE ONION to Bud!!) In addition to the comedy workouts,
these landmark institutions also hosted a boatload of folkies and
mistrels including the legendary Kingston Trio among others. Lenny
may be gone, but the influence lives on!
THE PURPLE ONION: 140 Columbus Avenue. A head bangin' venue for an
eclectic mixture of industrial strength music.
THE HUNGRY i: 599 Jackson at Columbus Avenue...if your hungry to get
an eyeful, then this is the place to be. Just sit back and watch the
strippers strut their North Beach stuff!!
- THE
CONDOR CLUB AND CAROL DODA----------------------- No history of
North Beach would be complete without the place that made titalating
history in the 1960's and launced a young waitress like a sputnik
into the topless night skies of San Francisco legend, and in the process
becoming one of the 8 Wonders of The Western World!! The now legendary
Carol Doda gave topless dancing a bouncing start by jump starting
her 34's into an ample pair of 44's (even Dirty Harry claimed that
the 44 was the most powerful weapon on the planet!!!)
In June of 1964, Carol Doda launched her 44 attack by wearing a topless
bathing suit designed by the legendary Rudi Genreich..and danced her
way into infamy. A part of Carol's act called for her to gyrate while
descending to the dance floor atop a piano that was powered by hydraulics.
As the piano began its slow erotic descent, Carol moved suggestively,
powered by her own inner hydraulics, perched on the piano like a bouncing
candelabra for an invisible Liberace..from that day on Carol had the
gravitational power of a sun pulling patrons to her like orbiting
planets in a topless universe. Carol retired from the Condor in the
1980's and in addition to keeping active in the social, artistic and
business life of San Francisco today she is proprietress of Carol
Doda's Champaign and Lace Lingerie Boutique located at 1850 Union
Street.
Footnote: The movie THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATO'S is no match
for the real life ATTACK OF THE KILLER PIANO! One night after closing,
one of the bouncers of the Condor Club, along with one of the clubs
dancers, decided to make beautiful music together while lying atop
the hydraulic piano. At some point during this symphony, the switch
was hit and the piano began its slow rise to the cieling. In time,
the bouncer and the dancer were pinned to the cieling, the dancer
cushioned protectively by the bouncer who lay atop her, both of them
squeezed between the cieling and the piano like a bartender squeezing
a lemon. The dancer was discovered alive in the morning by a janitor.
As for the bouncer, it was the last concert performance of his career!!!
THE CONDOR CLUB: 300 Columbus Avenue at Broadway near Big Al's. The
club closed for awhile but has since reopened as a sports bar/bistro.
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FINNOCHIO'S CLUB------------------------------------Although
Finnochio's closed in 1999 it was a North Beach landmark from the
1930's that certainly proved that men will be ...well..girls!! Joe
Finnochio began his career during the era of Prohibition when speakeasy's
dotted the urban landscape, defying the completely impossible to enforce
Volstead Act. If the speakeasy was the symbol of the Roaring Twenties,
then Finnochio's eventually became the symbol of the Flambouyant 30's!!!
Legend has it that one night in one of Joe's speaks, a male patron
decided he had enough intoxicants in him to break into an imitation
of Sophie Tucker. The patrons were amused and Joe's keen eye saw a
new idea. That Sophie Tucker imitation became the seed idea for Finnochio's.
Opening in June of 1936, the boys began to imitate everyone from Marlene
Deitrich to Tallulah Bankhead...feather boa's and shaved legs...sequins
and pearls...sashaying down the runway into fame and infamy. In time,
the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield had their admirers
imitate them and of course... no Impersonator Review would be complete
without an appearance by... Liza!! Finnochio's, more than any other
place, proved once and for all that life was indeed a cabaret...old
chum!!!
Eve Finnochio decided to close the old girl in November of 1999. Syrocketing
rents and dwindling audiences signaling the death knell. There was
a closing ceremony and as Finnochio's packed up the last of the mascara,
Lawrence Ferlinghetti commented ....That's a Drag!!
FINNOCHIO'S: 506 Broadway at Kearny (You Go Girl!!)
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BEACH BLANKET BABYLON------------------------------------Pop...Goes
The Culture!!! Leave your inhibitions at the door and get ready for
a good hearted romp of outrageous satire and some of the most extravagant
costumes and hats ever to grace the stage! BEACH BLANKET BABYLON is
the world's longest running musical review ever...PERIOD! Premiering
in June of 1974 at The Tivoli Theater in San Francisco, BABYLON has
camped it up and poked good natured fun at pop icons with charm, grace
and of course, good old fashioned San Francisco style flair. In addditon
to the biting humour and flambouyant costumes, the real standouts
of the production are THE HATS...to die for. Huge cityscape diarama's
perched atop the cast members heads like a city balanced on a fault
line. BABYLON has also gone on the road to London and Vegas, but to
fully appreciate the true experience of theater, BABYLON style, its
best to enjoy it at its home at the Club Fugazi in North Beach. Makes
Elton John's costumes look like three piece suits!!
CLUB FUGAZI: 678 Beach Blanket Babylon Blvd (Green Street)
- THE
CHURCH OF DIRTY HARRY----------------------------Dirty Harry Callahan
is to San Francisco as the Little Old Lady is to Pasadena. Clint Eastwood
magnumed his way through a series of Dirty Harry movies, filling the
silver screen with images of a myriad of bad guys biting the bullet
and in the process, some of the best shots of San Francisco landmarks.
One of the most recognizable and must see on your tour of North Beach
is the SS Peter and Paul Church on Washington Square Park...or The
Church of Dirty Harry. If the facade looks familiar, its because these
are the steps where the priest gets whacked by the rooftop psycho..(the
snipers rooftop perch by the way is located at The Dante Building
at 1606 Stockton at Columbus Ave) Dirty Harry may have ruled the Park
in the 70s but in the Beat 50's it was a favorite hangout for the
Beat Literati..including Mr. Kerouac. You can almost picture him now,
lolling in the grass, soaking up the sun and some cheap wine on a
lazy San Francisco afternoon. Today you can emulate those Beat afternoons
by grabbing a custom made pastrami sandwich, a hunk of cheese and
delicious dessert from a variety of Italian deli's, markets and bakeries
that dot the North Beach landscape like sea lions at Pier 39. Don't
forget to stop off at Coit Liquor on your way to give your lunch a
distinctive Kerouac touch.
...North
Beach today is home to early morning practitioners of Tai Chi
and most days you can enjoy the symphony of sounds and sights...laughter..picnic
voices...kids running and playing...Frisbees flying low like Stealth
bombers. The beat of the city playing a Chianti melody. As always, in
North Beach....The Beat Goes On!!!!
Mike
Marino is a freelance writer and DJ based in Oklahoma. Mike is a former
resident of San Francisco and loves writing about his favorite City by
the Bay!
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