January 17, 2012
When I first moved to San Francisco seven years ago, one of the first gigs I got was to play psychedelic and garage rock at a club in the Mission. I had figured out what I thought was a cool mix [in my set], which transitioned out of the song and in to the next one before a guitar solo. This pissed off the bartender to the point where he ran back to the DJ booth immediately and held up a broken bottle to my neck, and lectured me about the sacrilegious nature of cutting off guitar solos and how they are the most important part of the song.