At yesterday's “Lyft & Uber Support Group” meeting (??) at Beauty Bar, the staff instituted 100x surge pricing for all employees of San Francisco's premier bird-branded start-up—a pretty bold action considering “Barbie's Malibu Beach House” was deemed “neighborhood enemy number one” by the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project during the last quasi-class war. I guess it's all hunky-dory between the torch-and-pitchfork crowd and Beauty Bar now?
Welcome to Sierra's Frostown Bandmanac. Hopefully you're ready to head out to all the shows I recommended for tonight. But first, here's some inspiration to get you in the mood.
In their new video, Fake Your Own Death, a group of guys who have lived in The Mission since you were in grade school, tare up Lone Palm, Mission Bar, Beauty Bar, and the Attic to the tune of the band's sad and hopeful new single, Tijuana. There's also definitely some Lucha Libre stuff happening toward the end of the video. All in all, it's one of the Missionest things I've seen all week.
These guys are hitting all the right marks for me: band bonding hour, cute guys in their late 30's*, the original rock'n'roll handlebar mustache, and tasty post-punk guitars. Good show, Fake Your Own Death. These guys are among the few SF bands I'm truly stoked to catch at SXSW.
*very late 30's?
From what I gather, some crack-addled meanie lit a flare and tossed it in the front door, prompting this quick-thinking watered-downer to put it out before it burned the joint down to the ground.
If you're one of the few people with money that goes to Beauty Bar, a new sign screwed to the wall outside the joint warns of red men thieving the contents of purses. Presumably, SFPD and the Entertainment Commission forced them to hang this after a string of recent thefts, as described by Yelp reviewer (argh) Issy V.:
Overall experience was just fine, although they seem to have a real problem with theft. Their solution was to remove the hooks under the bar counter, needless to say my bag got stolen right from under my feet. Although I was sitting on my stool the whole time. Don't think I'll go back there again.
Never go back? But what about Crazy Hip-Hop Mondays with The Kidz, Issy?
Guess what bitch? It’s Monday. Time to roll down Mission Street blasting Diplo x Lil Jon Dubstep mixes while firing two tasers out the window as you pass the haters you almost got in a fight with milling around outside Beauty Bar post Krazy Mondays.
Welcome to San Francisco, bitch.
Damn, that looks way better than my usual Monday night activities of washing dishes and watching Glee reruns.