If you’ll think back to your Psych 101 class, you’ll recall that there a few basic explanations as to why we like other people. One of the major ones is simple: we’re all essentially narcissists, so we like people who are into the same stuff we are. Well SFist is an admitted narcissist, so we couldn’t help but think Beth Allen was fantastic. In addition to giving a shout out to the Pink Unitard Unicycle dude (who we’d love to interview, so send us an email if you know how to get in touch), Beth plays the electric ukulele in a rock band. SFist knows only one other person with this peculiar talent, our younger sister (who we like a lot), which makes Beth pretty alright in our eyes.

Now SFist isn’t naïve, we know that most of you never actually read to the bottom of these interviews. That would be a major mistake in this case. Make sure to check out Beth’s San Francisco story. In one night she experienced enough to keep most of us out and about and busy for a good week at least.

Name
Beth I Hear You Callin' Allen
AKA B.B. McCool
Ex- B.B. Loudmouth

Introduce yourself in one sentence
Rock and roller, outta controller!

Age and Occupation
I decided a few (ha ha) years ago that I am going to be 30 from here on out. I'm the Art Director/Production Manager for the Pacific Sun, a weekly alternative newspaper in Mill Valley. I also play bass and sing in a punk rock band, the McCools, and electric ukulele in Pineapple Princess.

Home Town
My parents moved to Davis, CA from Indiana when I was 7. To this day, I still THANK them for that!

How long have you lived in the Bay Area and Where?
I moved here in '91 and I live in the Western Addition. For a couple of years I lived in a building on the corner of Baker and Fulton that had a plaque (since stolen) that said it was the "exact geographical center of San Francisco". I like where I live because I feel like I can get anywhere pretty easily, I'm close to Haight and major bus lines. I read something once that said that the misfits, freaks, and outcasts from every small town in the US ends up in San Francisco. That appeals to me! I love the over-stimulation. I love the smallness, how you can walk from one side of the city to the next. I love the mix of cultures and endless things to do.

Favorite website
www.rockinvan.com

Favorite local business
I love Paxton Gate on Valencia Street. Cool plants, bones, taxidermy... and other oddities!

What I'm currently Reading
I just finished "The Dirt: Motley Crue- Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band". It was VERY good.

Best Deal in San Francisco
Burritos!!

Favorite mode of transportation
Walking. My skateboard.

Best Band or Musician to come out of the Bay Area
Flipper.

Favorite local hangout
Thee Parkside.

SF has the BEST:
Architecture.

You've never lived in SF until:
You've gone to the Folsom St. Fair.

Favorite Bay area politician of past or present:
Harvey Milk.

You can tell someone is a local here IF:
They don't even blink when a guy rides by on a unicycle, wearing a pink leotard. Yes I did see this once. But things like this are sooooo commonplace here!

SF would be soooo much better if only:
There were more cool single straight guys! Damn, I think us girls outnumber them 10 to 1.

Best Burrito:
Depends on my mood. But I love Cancun.

Best movie scene filmed in or about SF:
The scene in Harold and Maude where Maude falls in the hole and supposedly disappears... I think that was filmed at the Sutro Baths or Fort Point.

Favorite artist to come out of the bay area:
Isabel Samaras, her stuff is so great.

Favorite author to come out of the bay area:
How about favorite publisher? ReSEARCH books!!

Place you always tell visitors to check out:
I just discovered the Columbarium. Such a cool vibe there, and a beautiful building.

Favorite Bridge in the area:
The Golden Gate. I commute across it every day and it's a damn beautiful drive. I just finally rode my bicycle across it the other day. It was fun! I saw these emergency/crisis phones on the walkway... and came home and googled "Golden Gate Bridge" and "suicide" and found this crazy article.

You have two hours and $15 bucks to kill in SF, what are you going to do?
Go to Amoeba on Haight Street and dig through the bargain bins!

I have found/sold/bought the following on craigslist:
I've got three or four free couches, jobs, tickets for Extreme Football (remember that flop?) for Pac Bell park. AHha. I sold tickets to the "Sing Along Sound of Music" at the Castro. I wanted to go and got tickets but then Dee Dee Ramone (R.I.P.) played a show on the same night... and there was no way I was gonna miss Dee Dee!

I want all the SFists out there to know:
Everyone needs to GET OUTSIDE more!! The internet is fun, but let's all get some fresh air.

Tell us a San Francisco Story:
I used to have a van that I painted purple with flames on it. It looked like a giant Hot Wheels! A neighbor left me a note on it asking if I would be interested in a little side job -- he was putting on this crazy party called Freakshow (I think that's what it was called) and wanted me to drive people from this bar in the Castro to the party in SOMA, back and forth, back and forth, all night. He said he'd give me $100 bucks and I'd get tips. Sounded interesting and I could use the cash, so I said yes. I got my van washed and vacuumed, made this crazy Hawaiian Rock-a-Hula-Bop tape and put on my wildest mumu pantsuit just for the occasion. I found a friend to come along for the ride and keep my company. We went to the bar and recruited a load for the first trip in the van to the party. There were about 6 people, very wildly dressed drag queens. We went out to the van and it wouldn't start! I tried and tried then gave up and we all went back in the bar and started drinking... After an hour or so we tried the van again, but no luck. My friend
who I'd brought along for the ride decided it was a good night to give me a tour of some cool gay bars. So I ended up at another bar down the street... then we took a cab to the Hole in Wall. I was getting pretty drunk and my friend and I were dancing around in the
back of the Hole in the Wall and I sorta head banged into someone else’s head and my nose started bleeding. But this didn't stop me! Oh no! A few more drinks later we decided to cab over to the Freakshow party (the one I was supposed to be driving people to). I
remember it was in a warehouse and there were circus act kinda things going on, lots of crazy stuff. The next thing I knew I was learning how to eat fire. And doing pretty well at it! Suddenly the guy who had "hired me" to drive popped up and wanted to know how
it was going with the rides -- I was confused; I figured he would have heard that my van was broken down. Well he HADN'T and got really mad at me. Like I could help that the damn van wouldn't start! Anyway, at 6am I woke up in the back of my van, head pounding and my tongue felt like sandpaper. The van still wouldn't start. I got out and hailed a cab – I remember that my mumu pantsuit had gotten beer spilled all over it and was wet. I was freezing. I looked like a mess. When the cabbie dropped me off he didn't have change for the $20 I gave him but promised me he would come back and put in my mailslot later! I didn't believe him but was too tired and hungover to care. Suprisingly, he did leave me the $ later. Whew. What a night that was.