THIS SOUNDS LIKE FUN:

The San Francisco Film Society is pleased to present a special screening of Mauritz Stiller’s 1919 silent film classic Sir Arne’s Treasure with live musical accompaniment by indie rock icon John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats. […]

Darnielle will be presenting the world premiere of his original score for Sir Arne’s Treasure, commissioned by the Film Society as part of its ongoing project to present classic silent films with original compositions performed by extraordinary contemporary musicians. In recent years, these programs have included 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea with Stephin Merritt, The Lost World with Dengue Fever, The Golem with Black Francis, The Phantom Carriage with Jonathan Richman, Street Angel with American Music Club, Sunrise with Lambchop, A Page of Madness with Superchunk and Jean Painlevé: The Sounds of Science with Yo La Tengo. [more info]

When I was in college, a gang on low-fi musicians and punk kids managed to scrap together enough money to get The Mountain Goats to come to campus.  Anticipating that no one else on the campus of 3,200 had ever heard of the guy (John Darnielle is often the band's lone member), they booked him in a small cafe that couldn't even comfortably fit 75 people.  Of course, fans from all over the Boston area packed the place, but the concert killed despite the uncomfort.  In fact, after the opening band “Manishevitz” (which is a particular eye-roll since I went to a Jewish college) left the stage, John jumped on stage and told everyone to sit down, noting it was “a Catholic thing.”

Anyway, the reason I share this story is that the dude is not only a great lyricist, but he can put on one helluva show even when everyone is sitting down.  I cannot imagine the show at the Castro Theatre will be any different.

Tickets are 'mad expensive' at $22.50, but they just went on sale today for the Dec. 14th show.

For the unfamiliar:

It's been over six hours since mainstream news source SF Gate covered the eviction of popular sandwich shop Ike's Place and nearly three since Eater blew up the spot, but the non-foodcentric big local blogs are still eerily quiet.    Instead, sizzling hot trending topics like iPhone donut finder apps, how shitty this weekend's weather will be, and tainted meat in Modesto seem to be all the rage.  

Is Ike's 'old news'?

Will anyone miss it when it's gone?

If a trendy establishment closes in SF and nobody blogs it, was it ever really there?

Or are the local/hyperlocal blogs merrily building up to drop the mother of all posts and bust this Ike's story 'wide open'? 

Bonus Question: Am I reading too much HRO?

Our pal Matt Baume just finished up a piece for the Bay Area Reporter's BAR TAB about the best places to drink outside this side of Twin Peaks.  It may be a little gay themed, but it's still one of the more comprehensive lists I've seen.  For example, let me admit to you all that I had NO IDEA the Pilsner Inn had a patio, but that's probably because I never go outside a 4-block radius of my house.  Whatever, it's true!  Also, Matt claims Zeitgeist is a “a gayish bar.”  Let the flame war begin… (link)

(photo by Timo Arnall)

Last week I was in Brooklyn and stumbled across Bond No. 9's latest scent “Brooklyn.'” The Brooklyn perfume consists of a combination of grapefruit, cardamom, cypress-wood, geranium leaves, juniper berrie, cesarwood, leather and guaiacwood, (wtf is that?)  and for a mere $220 you can actually “smell like” Brooklyn. Don't really know where they came up with this weird ass combo to encapsulate the scent of the “edgy metropolis.” To me Crooklyn smells like wasted youth and decaying bodies but, I guess that really isn't marketable.

If San Francisco's neighborhoods were bottled up into different perfumes, what would these neighborhoods smell like? And what is the price you'd have to pay to smell like them?

Mission: Taco trucks, piss, cheap beer, expensive coffee, trustafarians. Price: One call to your parents to please, please, please let you use daddy's Amex one more time.

Haight: Drum circles, midwestern runaways that didn't get the memo that punk is dead (see: dirt, b.o., and dreadlocks), bong loads, DMT. Price: Panhandle for 48 hrs straight and pray some unwitting tourists feel bad for your 3 dogs.

Marina: The scent of entitlement, hair product, fake tanner, axe body spray, shame, chest bumps! Price: The cost of running for mayor.

Tenderloin: Crack, garbage, meth, cheap blow jobs (see: rotting teeth), poor life decisions. Price: Eagerness to give cheap blow jobs.

Noe Valley: Upwardly mobile snobbery, babies, french bulldogs (read: shit), the new car smell. Price:  Raising 2 kids, paying for private school, a vasectomy

Sunset: Isolation, depression, pseudo suburbia. Price: Moving anywhere else in the city

Castro: Rainbows, unicorns, leather daddy's leather, lube. Price: An evening at Boy Bar.

Chinatown: fish, lost tourists, the dirty 30, dumpsters. Price: Shitting yourself.

North Beach: Pizza! bros, day old strippers. Price: One lap dance.

If you have anymore ideas go ahead and throw them into the comments, and if you want to add anymore neighbs that I didn't cover, i.e. Pac Heights (I'm not sure what rich smells like) go ahead and do it.