That evening, boyziggy and I headed to the Haight to see A Skin Too Few: The Days of Nick Drake at the Red Vic. We were going to go eat at Massawa (excellent Ethiopian cuisine) with friends but they bailed, so we decided to go to the "other" Red Vic instead, the café at the Red Vic B&B. I was enticed by the vegan tamales on the menu, but the server said "Oh we don't have those". He said the same thing to basically everything on the menu we pointed to, without any effort at apology, humorous or otherwise. He was basically stoned or very good at playing the part. We eventually found something we could eat that they actually had in stock (vegan crepes), but they weren't very good, and took forever to get them while one stoner trained the other how to microwave the food and meticulously roll up our plasticware in paper napkins.
After an obligatory short Amoeba Music shopping trip (only bought one album, the Rent soundtrack), we headed to the movie. It was a short one so they had a longish short documentary before it, about a sax-playing taxi driver in New York City. Produced back in '94 in Amsterdam, it wasn't terribly interesting.
The main feature was about my current favorite singer-songwriter, who released only three albums during his tragically short life, and only gained fame some 25 years after his death when his song Pink Moon was featured in a Volkswagen commercial. The film was quite depressing. It featured interviews with Nick's sister and people he had worked with, voice snippets from his deceased parents, rainy scenes of Tannworth-in-Arden, his English home, and far too little of his music for my taste. I would say that the film would not be of much interest to people not already familiar with (and appreciative of) Nick's music. Which is too bad, but then again, one could listen to the entire Pink Moon album in about 26 minutes and become an instantly converted fan, as I did back in 2000.