From 1994–2002, a group of scrappy punks forged a template for today’s guerrilla shows in San Francisco.
Trevor Schock
The scene: 16th and Mission BART in San Francisco, 1998. Trains careen underground, while above, another kind of noise is happening.
Ivy Jeanne’s raspy, blues-inflected voice screams out of PAs borrowed from friends, powered by a generator borrowed from other friends. Erica Lyle’s guitar wails into the ether, making its way to Capp Street. Young punks dance, free of harassment. The show is over before anyone really knows it…