I was worried that my unflattering review of Nap’s 3 might lead to a flamewar. It’s a legitimate concern. Allan helped put me at ease:
You heard it here first. If these hypothetical Nap’s 3 facebook fans exist, then we’ll make a Herzog-style documentary of Allan eating his facebook, which should be good since it’s technically impossible.
Update: After School Naps <3 doesn’t count!
Fitting that this is a .png amirite?
Ritte Van Vlaanderen, some kind of cycling enthusiast website, this week published a helpful guide to performing the on-bike pee. Bonus points for performing it toward the long line of people waiting to get into [make your own joke here].
(pic courtesy of breadxbread)
Josh from TCB Courier says:
We have started working with Rhea’s Deli to offer free delivery within the mission for Rhea’s Sandwiches and dry goods. We are now delivering from 2 – 9 pm daily, and any order around $10 or more gets free delivery via TCB.
Rhea’s Deli has been winning over lots of folks lately. It’s easy to walk past this unassuming corner store and not realize that the sandwiches of the gods are waiting for you within.
At the recommendation of this very blog, I went there a month ago and had the Korean steak sandwich. It was the best sandwich that I’ve had in a very, very long time. Though, I gotta admit if that’s their idea of “mild” I’m not even gonna touch their “spicy”. They are also an honest-to-blog corner store, so throw in some Advil while you’re at it.
In case you didn’t know, TCB Courier is a bike courier service that will pick up and deliver pretty much anything for you. They are on bikes so they will get you your shit faster than anyone else. And yes, it is customary to tip your bike courier. Put them on speed dial now: 415-797-2255.
Free post-punk at the Knockout with some great local bands. Airfix Kits sounds like GANG OF FOUR having a party with THE MINUTEMEN, and they even have an English-accent-sounding singer for authenticity’s sake. Also, they’re one of Allan’s favorite SF bands (probably because they also have an Allan in the band).
Rank/Xerox is one of those bands that you can legitimately describe as “early JOY DIVISION” without getting laughed out of the room. And of course La Corde is opening everything up with their WIPER-influenced raw sound.
The FREE SHOW starts at 9pm. Tell the rain to fuck off and come out!
Previously: Airfix Kits at Pissed-Off Pete’s in Excelsior
As part of the Noise Pop Film Festival, on Saturday, February 27, ATA will screen the History Channel’s Woodstock: Then & Now, directed by Barbara Kopple. The film looks at the history of Woodstock and its lasting impact on music and popular culture.
And WE are giving away a free pair of tickets.
To enter, leave a comment below telling us about your favorite song on the new Norah Jones album. Winner will be decided randomly or perhaps based on merit. Contest ends one week from right now.
Seriously. Some mega-douche made off with Mr. Daniel Harlan’s pug-nosed Himalayan cat, Samantha, from his makeshift encampment under a freeway off-ramp near 8th and Harrison. Then, when he went off to look for her, his tent got stolen as well.
Seeing as how Samantha is the only thing he really cares about anymore, if you have any information concerning her whereabouts, please don’t hesitate to give Daniel a call on his cell at (415) 742-0095. Yes, homeless people have cellphones too. Pretty much everyone has one now. In fact, I was woken up just last night by a recycling scavenger having an argument with someone he was talking to on his Nokia. Multitasking!
[photo from sfgate]
Chasing the Moon is a great video podcast that highlights local bay area bands. The performances are filmed in HD and recorded in a professional studio one block away from the best Vietnamese sandwiches in town. I’m serious about the quality of these productions; they make Nirvana: Unplugged In NY look like it was filmed in Super 8. Ok maybe not, but that shit looks good considering their budget of no budget.
In the pagan tradition, the podcast is posted every full moon, which works out to just about every 28 days.
This past Saturday, I was fortunate enough to sit in during their session with the Nice Guy Trio, a very unique jazz group on the Mission’s own Porto Franco Records.
The Nice Guy Trio in action. I had little reason not to believe that they are actually nice.
Producer Brian Berberich and recording engineer Scott McDowell do all of this work out of the goodness of their music-lovin’ hearts. They see is as an opportunity to keep their industry chops up and promote the awesome local music that’s going on.
The atmosphere at the session was really professional and they seemed to have things streamlined well. If they were stressed out, they hid it well. Once things got rolling the whole filming and performance took less than an hour.
Spectators sat in a corner of the studio on comfy cushions from the couch and were asked to stay quiet during recording. Restraining applause until "CUT!" was actually really difficult and awkward.
Chasing the Moon is expanding to do monthly premiere events with live performances at the newly opened Viracocha on 21st and Valencia. Their first was on Jan. 29 and you can expect to see more soon. The Nice Guy Trio premiere will be in 2 or 3 months.
Thanks to Brian, Scott, and the Chasing the Moon team for hosting and chatting with me! More pictures after the jump.
Update: Brian had this to add:
Elijiah Pahati is actually the biggest reason Chasing the Moon is so great. He is the Director, Director of Photography, and Editor, and is why everything looks good. He is also our partner, every bit the owner Scott and I are.
So yeah, props are due to the Directory Elijiah Pahati! Sorry for leaving him out.
About a year ago, Mission Mission published THIS EPIC PROFILE of this band the Limousines. In it, we learn about our generation’s lousy work ethic, and how the band accidentally wrote THE TUMBLR ANTHEM and just might be the voice of this very busy generation.
Since then, the Limousines have risen to fame and conquered Treasure Island (pictured), and later this month they’re playing Noise Pop — and we’re giving away a pair of FREE TICKETS! They’re playing Friday, February 26, at Slim’s, with Wallpaper, Butterfly Bones and Battlehooch.
To enter, leave a comment below that makes substantive reference to the aforementioned EPIC PROFILE. Winner will be decided randomly or perhaps based on merit. Contest ends one week from right now.
(And yes I’m still watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon; I mean, did you guys see the Hot Chip performance last week!?)
This is an 8-minute video about nerdy beer stuff.
That said, it stars Broke-Ass Stuart and a friend of his that tends bar at the Monk’s Kettle, and it’s really fun to watch Stu not give a shit about all the knowledge his pal is dropping on him.
They make a good point though: Why drink tall cans of Bud when you can get a pint of Death & Taxes (which is tastier, higher in alcohol, locally made, and doesn’t even look like a gay beer) for roughly the same price?
Thanks for the tip, Stu!
Somebody street arted their coffee or something all over the sidewalk on Valencia Street, and it looked like a monster, so I drew it. A few times.
The original is still the best by far. Anyone else want to take a crack?
Dang, I thought maybe I was over Ramona, but I’m not.
She just figured out the answer to every problem any of us has ever had with interpersonal communication. See for yourself.
You’ll just have to ask Sexpigeon where exactly this driveway of forgiveness is located.
I don’t care for all the foul language, but I kind of like this guy’s attitude.
The best part is when your girlfriend’s ass turns out to be his ass. That was an Avatar-level special effect if ever I saw one.
Also, who doesn’t love a good Beat Happening gag?
And stay for the last 10 seconds.
[via Radballs]
“Caught this devotional item in the window of a religious curiosity shop on 24th near Mission,” says photographer Jim Parker, “I think something got lost in translation.”
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe organized religion can fuck itself.
Thanks, Jim!
I have mixed feelings about Nap’s 3 karaoke night, which takes place on Fridays and Saturdays.
"When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love; love to explore that world up above? Out of the sea; Wish I could be; Part of that world"
On the one hand, the bar has a refreshing clientele of alcoholic old-timers who aren’t too proud to high-five the oddly-dressed young folks who happen into the place. Rarely was there more than a 3-song wait before your time to shine. Also, the exceedingly jolly KJ has a kick-ass raspy, soulful croon.
No, really. How deep is it?
On the other hand, their book is rife with glaring song duplicates and some surprising omissions. No Huey Lewis And The News or Boyz II Men? Every Tom Jones song except for “What’s New Pussycat” and “It’s Not Unusual”? I can think of 20 Nirvana songs I’d want to sing before their only suggestion: “All Apologies”. I didn’t check if they had Sinatra’s “My Way”, but maybe that’s best left unknown. Furthermore, the bar had a baffling “no beer, just $7 cocktails” last call policy.
So what’s the best place for karaoke in the Mission? Good karaoke spots are a delicate balance of a good song book, stiff drinks, not too many intimidatingly talented regulars (e.g. the Mel-o-dee, El Cerrito), and not too popular so you can actually get some songs in.
My vote might have to go to Amnesia’s Tuesday Rock-Out! Karaoke with Glenny Kravitz. I went a couple of months ago and have never seen so much spontaneous broomstick-air-guitar in my life. Although, who knows if the lines are still short.
So you party a little too hard at Debaser and wake up in someone else’s bed, but UH-OH, you forgot that you have that early-morning meeting at Ritual with some venture capitalists who are ready to pump funding into your game-changing gumball machine idea. While trackstanding at a stoplight, you realize your breath smells like Zeitgeist on porta-potty cleaning day and will only get worse once rinsed with espresso culled from an $11,000 coffee machine (or not). What to do?
Luckily, your gumball machine game-changer also happens to be exactly what you need in this situation. Synergy!
The Chewable Toothbrush
‘All in one’ disposable toothbrush and breath freshener. No toothpaste or water required! For instant results simply place the soft brush in your mouth and chew (see diagrams). Leaves your whole mouth feeling clean and fresh! Great anytime after snacks or meals. Ideal for holidays and travelling. Not suitable for children under 6 yrs. DO NOT SWALLOW.
Is anyone surprised to see that this comes from London?
Previously: Start Your Own Mission Empire for $60
Even if we assembled a think-tank supergroup of the most cynical Mission bloggers whose sole purpose would be to come up with the best Marina zingers that the world has ever seen, there’s no way we could have come up with anything more absurd than the real thing:
(via that up-and-coming blog BoingBoing, almost as big as Mission Mission)
Update: I feel like I owe this to the Pad. Here is their explanation (via James Fallows):
I’m only sorry the intention of this drive was unclear to you. Actually, our drive was a part of a bigger organized effort spear headed by the founder of JADE yoga mat, during the weekend of the annual San Francisco Yoga Journal Conference. JADE asked studio owners, teachers, students alike to give up their old or used mats so that the thousands of suffering people in Haiti may have somewhere softer the ground to sleep.
So yeah, it’s a misunderstanding, but you gotta admit it’s a funny misunderstanding. Like that time my math professor wrote that equation “f=avt” on the board in a way that looked like “f=art”. The class had a giggle, he set the record straight, and got over it.
Poignant commentary or unfortunate misspelling? If the latter, then this edges out our previous champion. Get it while it’s fresh.
[available @ the 24th/Folsom market/check cashing/almost-landord]
I was like, “Dang, who’s Jonathan Solo?” So I tried this thing Google (after being hipped to it by a commercial during Super Bowl XLIV yesterday) and found out he’s a San Francisco-based artist whose stuff is waaay creepy! See for yourself!
Photo by Marijke J.
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