Notes from Robyn on Patreon in 2021
SAN FRANCISCO PATROL started life in the Phoenix Hotel, a groover’s bubble in the mediæval wastes of San Francisco’s Tenderloin district. I was watching a lady in a bright red dress gliding out of the lobby, which triggered a host of romantic memories. It’s not hard to weave San Francisco into your personal mythology if you spend time there - though the myth and the reality split further apart every year. Maybe that’s what myths are for: to coat the spikes of life with a honeydew patina.