Once a year, Zepparella plays a hometown show in San Francisco at the Great American Music Hall. This is a wonderful night for me. I have loved this venue from the moment I moved here 16 years ago: the gold leaf ceiling, the warm dark red of the walls, the mojo. Someone once walked me around the venue and told me ghost stories.
All the great music halls in San Francisco have ghosts, as anyone who works there will tell you. It makes sense, seeing as they have often been theaters for close to 100 years. I think of all of the bodies who have worked there, on stage and off. I think of all of the audiences packed in over the years, and that adds up to quite a bit of plasma and energy that you can feel when you walk in. I also love to think of music as a conduit connecting worlds, and imagine all those melodies conjuring spirits from other decades.