— By Jenny Wilson |
In case you haven't noticed on Google yet, today would have been John Lennon's 70th birthday. In honor, go ahead and feast your eyes upon this amazing footage of John and Yoko being led around San Francisco by Geraldo Rivera's mustache circa 1972. Seriously, this video is awesome.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Last evening I stumbled across this one-woman act jamming for mad tips on Valencia. Sadly I didn't have my blogphone on me, but lucky for us, Nuzz did. For some reason, her crazy setup and walk reminded me of one of those wind-up monkeys with a tambourine, only with much better music and nicer shoes.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The SF Weekly recently asked 10 candidates for the Board of Supervisors “to choose a single song to represent them” and, as you can imagine, all the choices were craptastic songs like Imagine, Respect, and some song about hot dogs. Even the candidates who chose quality acts like Nas ended up picking lame tracks, like one about how kids should grow up to be astronauts or firefighters or some shit, rather than tracks off their only good album about the plight of the urban poor and smoking weed. However Jane Kim, hailing from the TL, injected some quality into the list claiming Wu-Tang's “Triumph” reps her. Badass move. For the unfamiliar, read Ol' Dirty Bastard's intro:
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine
I can only imagine how this list would have read last election. David Campos probably would have picked Immortal Technique's “Harlem Renaissance” since it's a brilliant Latino rapping in an accessible way about the evils of white people gentrificating minority neighborhoods.
ZING!
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Backseat Beat Episode 3: My First Earthquake from Brad Robertson on Vimeo.
Backseat Beat is a rad new show in which some cool kids drive some indie rock kids around SF in a 1980's Volvo and have them perform in random parts of the city. Unfortunately this show does not involve the use of a murder van and kidnappings or a 1987 Ford Tempo without hubcaps, a stereo you bought from Caldor for twenty-five smacks and that you had to start with a screwdriver, but it does involve good tunes, fire and questionable jokes about eating Bald Eagles and Rebecca's life as a back-seat hussy, so it gets my nod of approval.
Be sure to also check out episode one, located at one of my favorite non-commercial spots in the city.
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— By Serg |
I do a podcast on my own blog, well I don't really do it since it takes me months to bother making one but I got a new one that actually has no rap music on it. My friend Sweatpants Money came over with some records and recorded about 2 hours and 45 minutes of old dusty fuzzy rock joints. There is some talking but for the most part it's just straight up old time records. Anyways it's pretty fucking cool so if you like to listen to rock organs and drums you should check this shit.
Oh and since posts need pictures, here you go I guess
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Killer time in Dolores this weekend: Mime Trope, Slip n' Slide, a DJ set, Monday was the biggest non-event crowd I've ever witnessed, brand new vendors hawking their wares everywhere and a cello player just to top it off. Makes me wish I didn't leave town on Saturday so I could have been there all weekend.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
If you are sick of San Francisco but don't have a car, why don't you consider traveling to the Oakland and get shitfaced with the friends you never make time to visit? Hoodstock has an big ass lineup of bands, including groups featuring epic band names such as “Uzi Rash,” “Shannon and the Clams,” and “Bro Montana.” Also following the alleycat, which if it takes you up Tunnel Rd. you should punch the promoters in the face, there is a “Bike Trick, Track Stand, and Bike Mechanic Competition.” Go have fun getting your ass out of the Mission.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Last night was certainly a showdown in Dolores. At 10pm, the cops rolled through the park to kick everyone out, only to immediately head out to 22nd and Capp South Van Ness to deal with an outbreak of gang violence. At 11:30, as Dolores Park neighbor and reader Michael noted, the police came back in greater numbers to finish the job:
The police closed the park at 11:30 with multiple cop cars, sirens, megaphones, etc. A cop-woman was shouting for 20 minutes straight in a plaintive tone. About 300 people stayed to protest, and the cops just kept shining bright lights at them until they left… sad state of affairs. The Sept .1 community meeting should be a fucking hoot…
You know what was more disruptive than the sound of partiers? Sirens and megaphones. Egads.
A quick Twitter search indicates there was also a Rolling Stones sing-a-long during the protest.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
(Thanks Neb!)
— By Serg |
If you don't know, get learned. East bay Panamanian rap