I live a few blocks from the finish line. Every year, on Bay to Breakers weekend, the City swells to an incalculable size and my neighborhood is tacked with road closure signs and traffic warnings. It’s this town’s oldest and biggest party, and it’s hard not to get caught up in the chaos.
But in the two days before the race, I ran along Great Highway, watching crewmen and technicians deliberately and systematically transform Ocean Beach into the terminus of all this costumed debauchery: stages, lights, flags, and a neverending row of port-a-potties. Meanwhile the Pacific was the calmest I’d seen it in months. Lapping quietly against the shore while the last of the gulls headed north for the rocks below the Cliff House. And with Karl the Fog absent this past week, the horizon was a blurred bright line between sea and sky.
We Are Catchers released their debut album earlier this year, and “Isabella” is the second single. Peter Jackson is from Liverpool, but the soul of his music seems to hover around a California beach commune from the 60’s.
The view of the ocean this week immediately called to mind this album cover. The songs, once queued up, were an immediate reminder of how beautiful it is to afterparty on the edge of the world.