Close their eyes, and repeat, 'There's no place like home.'
Cayte Grieve
October 09, 2007
“Did you see them during sound check?” asks someone to our left as Two Gallants meander onto the Blender Theater stage last week. “No, they just got here a few minutes ago,” the bouncer grunts back.
And with that, our first impression of Two Gallants (pronounced gull-onts for all of you hooked on phonics), we readied ourselves for a sloppy and negligent performance. Instead we witnessed something organic, a personal act by a couple of guys from San Francisco who play like they mean it. Between folk-rock harmonies and heartfelt lyrics, there was a moment that we found our jaws had dropped—if only just a little.
Click the jump to read our interview with Tyson Vogel—one half of Two Gallants—in which he reminds us that there’s no place like home (and gives us his picks for the best of San Francisco!).

