Day eight: San Francisco: The Eagle

The shining van of liberty’s departure from the LA metro area is delayed only by a stop at In-n-Out and then by a bit of traffic caused by a car that has flipped and burned along the center divider of I-5. The hills along the Grapevine, normally the drab brown of dry grasses, are awash in the purples, oranges and yellows of spring. The apples of our eye descend into the haze of the Central Valley and settle in for the long ride north.

Brown takes a well-deserved snooze:


Let’s take a closer look:


Before long, a shit-smelling breeze chokes our boys, which means they’ve reached the bovine hell that is Harris Ranch in Coalinga, CA. Someone offers the alternate name of Cowschwitz:


His Mis arrive in San Francisco with plenty of time before the show at The Eagle, San Francisco’s venerable leather bar. They drop their bags and personal effects at Miles’ house and then go to the bar. Tonight’s show is a benefit for the Lyon Martin Health Center, which serves the particular needs of women and transsexuals. Included in the lineup is the Opera Lady, who is accompanied by classical music from her laptop.

Note the unfortunate placement of background signage; also note the motorcycle that Fox will climb, guitar in hand, while playing later (see below):


His Mischief take the place by storm. Amid calls of “Take off your shirt!” the boys from the Twin Cities really do a number on those assembled. After Fox climbs up on the motorcycle that is suspended from the ceiling behind the stage, the crowd goes nuts. Miles can barely handle the mad rush at the merch table, as large, sweating men of all stripes snap up the last of the XLs. The testosterone-fueled lust is thicker in the air than is the hair on any bear’s back.

Some amped-up pictures of our little leather cubs:



Mid-set Jaeger shots precede free drinks once His Mis’s finished playing, and by the time The Ethel Merman Experience starts their set, our liquored lads are ready to rock the fuck out to Ethel and company’s classic rock covers. It is difficult to overstate how hot TEME are.

Check them out:


I see a joint tour in someone's future:


After the show: drinks, drinks and more drinks. Then bed.

-Miles