New bohemians. A recent Saturday, 11:47 p.m.: When Gooferman, a clown-faced art band, took the stage, it seemed as if someone had lit a match, igniting an urban wildfire fueled by the city's howling underground society. On the one-year anniversary of the almost monthly Bohemian Carnival, the floor of the DNA Lounge was transformed into a lustful pit of excitement as scantily clad dancers licked each other and hula hoopers in hot pants gyrated in front of a voyeuristic pack of photographers. A single trapeze artist twisting overhead also commanded a generous allotment of oohs and ahhs. Even the squarest-looking souls lurking in the quiet corners were dancing on their bar stools by the third song. San Francisco is where the wild things are. Chronicle photo by Mike Kepka

I love that part --- where the wild things are!! Yay!!!! Grrrrrrrrr

Check the whole article with an interview with Angela Mae!! sfgate.com/cityexposed
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