The 6-Parnassus line from downtown through the Lower Haight to points west uses some of the older electric buses in the SF Muni system. Toward the back, you will find two rows of forward-facing seats with a pair of seats on each side of the aisle. A neat little square in a decidedly un-square city. So on the bus home from work at 5:00 p.m., naturally all eight seats were taken by yours truly and seven individuals who represented three different generations, at least four races/ethnic groups, and at least two genders of humanity. All 8 of us listened to music on either iPhones or iPods (which still exist, believe it or not). That’s not unusual. I was bobbing my head up and down in a rapid and steady rhythm in time to my music. That’s not unusual. The other seven passengers were also bobbing their heads up and down in a rapid and steady rhythmn in time to their music. That’s only slightly unusual. But by the time we reached Haight & Laguna, we were bobbing our heads up and down in the same rapid and steady rythmn to our music.
Now that was a little interesting.
I was listening to a legendary Seventies San Francisco band called The Tubes’ and their legendary proto-punk Seventies classic “White Punks on Dope.” Just try and keep your head still whilst listening to that song. I couldn’t help but wonder: what were the odds, that of all the millions of songs in that version of world domination which we call iTunes, what were the odds that all eight of us were listening to that same song?
A “White Punk and Dope,” I Remain,
Vonn Scott Bair