published on July 07, 2024 in blog

The Life and Times of the Red Dog Saloon

Most people think the "San Francisco Sound" of the late '60s sprang whole from the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and a few other famed rock groups. But "The Life and Times of the Red Dog Saloon" chronicles a lesser-known scene that laid the groundwork as early as 1964. While Mary Works' long-in-the-making docu offers much invaluable info for fans of '60s music and culture, further tweaking in the realms of pace and structure would improve its appeal to specialty-theatrical and broadcast outlets.

Most people think the “San Francisco Sound” of the late ’60s sprang whole from the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and a few other famed rock groups. But “The Life and Times of the Red Dog Saloon” chronicles a lesser-known scene that laid the groundwork as early as 1964. While Mary Works’ long-in-the-making docu offers much invaluable info for fans of ’60s music and culture, further tweaking in the realms of pace and structure would improve its appeal to specialty-theatrical and broadcast outlets.

In ’64 a few enterprising souls conceived of opening a “Wild West Saloon” in an unlikely place — Virginia City, Nev., a onetime Gold Rush boomlet since turned near-ghost town. (Legend has it the idea struck during a marathon, ISD-laced session of the board game Risk.) Construction and service staff were recruited among like-minded students, friends and miscellaneous alternatypes throughout Northern California. Despite initial wariness from locals, the Red Dog Saloon was an instant smash.

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Nobody had seen — or heard — anything quite like it. Old-timey Western motifs combined with prototypical psychedelic lighting effects; go-go girls stoked the general dancing frenzy; rural isolation (and, no doubt, local law-enforcement naivete) encouraged rampant drug experimentation.

Sound editor-turned-helmer Works deploys a surprising mine of archival material, as well as anecdotes from numerous surviving participants. (Each onscreen speaker is carefully identified; too bad the same courtesy wasn’t extended to naming bands in, or dating, old performance clips.) But docu spends too much time evoking the Red Dog scene, a full hour that could easily be trimmed.

Greater excitement — and a welcome larger context — arrive when this scene begins trickling back to S.F. There, proselytizing Red Doggers find a whole populace of similar “longhaired freaks” has sprung up in their absence. Spinoff “psychedelic dance halls” arranged by R.D.S. vets rapidly build up an audience, as well as bands that would soon explode nationwide: the Grateful Dead, Quick-silver Messenger Service, the Great Society (aka Jefferson Airplane). Parallel developments in trippy poster design and light-show magic are charted as well.

One problem here is that, while the bluegrass/blues/period-novelty-inspired Charlatans and others surely broke ground in attitude and sound, their longer-lasting successors took “electric folk-rock” in far more dynamic directions. Footage of musicians reunited for a 25-year-reunion celebration is less than scintillating, with some players clearly long removed from top singing and playing form.

Other stumbling blocks are organizational. One of Works’ best episodes is an archival montage (set to an Airplane tune) that captures S.F.’s heady flavor at the height of hippiedom in 1966-67 — even if participants then comment how quickly media attention soured that idyll. It’s moving, too, when principal interviewees discuss how “tribalist” friendships and values forged back then have sustained them since.

Yet Works follows this logical closure point with a long sidebar on the atomic/materialist 1950s, whose conservatism fueled subsequent youth trends. This overview would have provided pic a useful, funny, scene-setting intro; awkwardly placed as a “caboose,” it seems gratuitous and pat instead.

Though that seg should be reshuffled, and others trimmed toward a pacier overall package, “Saloon” remains an enjoyable back-trip. Tech aspects are decent, sound and visual quality of archival materials expectedly variable. Occasional narration read by actor Howard Hesseman is a bit hokey and verbose at times.

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