This is a One-of-A-Kind poster for the Warlocks at Frenchys in hayward on June 18, 1965. This poster was taken down from a local Coffee Shop where people posted events and advertising for the "scene" springing up fast in the Palo Alto and Bay area. This poster like Magoos was done in a stencil style printing on thick paper.

   "On June 18 they played their first show with Lesh, at a teen rock club in Hayward across San Francisco Bay called Frenchy's. It was a fairly wobbly night. Their sound was "wooden," thought Phil, "real stiff." "Our most endearing quality was how rough and raunchy we were...noisy," said Garcia.
   It must have been rough. When they returned for the second night of their engagement, they found out they'd been replaced by an  accordian and clarinet duo. They never did get paid for that first night." -- What A Long Strange Trip - Dennis McNally - Page 83-84


   "After about two weeks of rehearsal, we somehow managed to land a gig for two nights at a place in Hayward, California, called Frenchy's Bikini-A-Go-Go. Magoo's, unfortunately, had discontinued live music because people wouldn't stop dancing! So we packed all the gear into Bill's station wagon and drove over there on a Friday night for our first performance as a band.
   If I remember correctly, there were about three people there that first night, two of whom were Sue Swanson and Connie Bonner, our faithful friends and first fans. The performance was a little stilted. At least I remember thinking: It feels so wooden, as if we were puppets being controlled by different people instead of manifesting the singular group mind that we later became. Aside from that, the music itself was unmemorable -- we probably played the same set twice, as our reportoire at the time was severely limited.
   The best part of the story, however, came the following night when we returned for (so we thought) our second show. We discovered that not only had our gear been moved offstage, but we had been replaced without notice by three elderly men -- playing clarinet, upright bass, and accordian! ("Shades of the Nairobi Trio," whispered Jerry. We were so humiliated that we just loaded up our stuff and left -- without even asking for the first night's pay.
   After that debacle, we threw ourselves into rehearsals with a vengeance, feeling, not without some justification, that we hadn't been that bad at Frenchy's -- we just hadn't been what the management wanted. Although we did ask ourselves, What kind of place would replace anything with three wizened clowns playing clarinet, upright bass, and accordian? Who would pay to listen to that? Dance to it? Right?" -- Searching for the Sound - Phil Lesh - Page 55-56