The Anthony Kiedis Suite

With a sleep pattern stitched from Slash, I'm back from a 48 hour trip to San Francisco which wasn't anything like the Eddie Murphy movie but I did get a certain Nick Nolte vibe this time around. I stayed with friends at the legendary "rock-n-roll" Phoenix Hotel (like I had any clue of the place when I wrote that Gridskipper post in February) which allowed us to get intimately acquainted with its equally storied neighborhood, the Tenderloin. Looks like there's a re-branding effort to call it (or maybe just part of it?) "Little Saigon" if I read all those street signs correctly. I guess that label works since I was ready to be air-lifted out of that shit-hole in considerably less than 48 hours.

Rancid - "Tenderloin"
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