Knocked Out by the Pope

Just back from a knock out show by the Pope of Yes at the Knock Out south of Cesar Chavez. That area is fast becoming my favorite part of the city as Valencia becomes more and more of a Chestnut/Union Street Clone. Best of all, I got to shake hands with the Pope/Sean and his drummer Joe Schmoe. And they both signed my poster for their show. The Pope shared that he was featured on the Fox News site listing of bands around the country but they renamed him Papa Yes to avoid offending any of the rosary counters. The show was great as he put on his hat at the end and absolved or praised the crowd for their sins.

Just Say Pope

I'm going to see the Pope of Yes tonight. I like his views on zoos and parents. He is also the best advocate for brightly colored patchwork since Holly Hobby. His drummer seems to sort of serve the same role as Dick Cheney in telling the leader what to say, but his words are much more profound than anything created by puppet master Cheney.

It's hard to have anything less than respect for a man who can spit up doll parts on Bernal Hill. That is talent.

Yes, say yes.

Not That Cutie

As a Unitarian-Jew, I've not paid that much attention to the Pope's visit, but it just won't seem to go away. Tonight I discovered on the PBS News Hour someone named Father Albert Cutie who apparently bills himself as a marriage expert. Okay, if you were having troubles with your marriage, wouldn't the last person you'd want to go to for advice be a celibate man in a line of work rife with pedophiles? It's sort of like asking a vegan how to cook pork chops.

Even odder, is that a site called Priest Sunday that describes him as being "Six feet tall, with black hair and vivid blue eyes...energetic, articulate..." That sounds just a tad too TigerBeat for a description for me. Oh, go ahead and describe his muscular thighs and smooth skin craving to be touched while you're at it.

Personally, he looks a bit too much like an anatomically incorrect Ken Doll to me. But then again, I come from a spiritual tradition that puts a bit too much emphasis on male genital mutilation.

In the meantime, perhaps he could head down to Texas to give a little marital counseling to the members of that FLDS compound, or at least a little hair, make-up and wardrobe tips to those wives.