Mission Mission

This heat is really getting to people. Hope no one got hurt.

Weather-beaten guy #1 is being loaded into an ambulance.

Weather-beaten guy #2 is being interrogated by police:

“He wanted a fight. So I socked him up a little, and now my finger’s all broken, and…”

The exhibition is called Spring and by Summer Fall, and it’s been up for a while at Ratio 3 on Stevenson. From the press release:

Ryan McGinley will present new color photographs that chronicle the summer road trips he has taken across the United States in the past three years. Inspired by images from nudist magazines from the 1960s and early 1970s, McGinley places his naked subjects in unusual and breathtaking situations. McGinley uses the vast and varied landscape of the U.S. as his backdrop, from arid deserts to lush green fields. An energetic feeling of idyllic freedom and youthful innocence suffuses the work. Floating bodies suggest an infinite weightlessness while other figures slip into smoke and constellations of fireworks. McGinley’s work offers an intimate glimpse into a playful constructed world of sensuality, adventure, and the sublime.

Link.

White dude to hot buxom brunette at the bar:

“Yeah, I know Jonathan, his ex-wife, his brother-in-law. I’ve hung out with them a few times. It’s a pretty small little scene. So could I call you sometime?”

We had to finish out the week with one last Jonathan Richman post. The above video is a vintage clip of Katie performing a specially choreographed dance to the old tune “It’s You” from the out-of-print album It’s Time For Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers. In case you you can’t tell, those are dinosaur pajamas.

All the Make-Out Room shows were great, and we thank everyone who entered our contest for participating. Good efforts all. Jonathan’s new album, Because Her Beauty Is Raw and Wild, is available now at Aquarius.

Last night was great again. Jonathan added a bit in the cellphone song in which a friend asks him, “But Jonathan, what happens when there are no more pay phones and you need to get ahold of me?” Jonathan responds, “Well then I’ll write you a LETTAH! Write you a LETTAH! Or send you a postcawd…” So good. The above video is a quick clip of the beginning of the song, shot in Milan last month. Tonight’s contest winner is Joe. Here is his story:

One night a band that I used to play drums in was playing a show at the Make Out Room. I think it was a Monday or Tuesday. We had done weeknight shows at the Make Out Room before and they were always pretty uneventful, but we played them anyways. One night we were opening for local troubadour Jesse DeNatale. I’d never heard Jesse’s music before, but met him after we’d played our set (we were the first band), and after a brief hello he asked if I’d like to play drums for him that evening. I said I didn’t know any of his songs, but he reassured me that they were all pretty straightforward Bob Dylan/Van Morrison type stuff that I could easily handle. So I said sure, why not, it sounded like fun.

Before we were about to play, Jesse introduced me to the other guys playing with him that night. There was a bassist who I forget the name of, but I was immediately struck by the guitarist Jonathan. Oh my god, I thought, that’s Jonathan Richman!

I went over and talked to the guys in my band, and we all couldn’t believe it. We had actually been working on a Modern Lovers cover the week before at band practice, but decided it wasn’t ready yet. We all joked that it was a good thing we didn’t play it that night!

So I played the set with Jesse, bass guy and Jonathan, and it was a blast. There was a dog that kept coming in to the Make Out Room and Jonathan, in his childlike voice, was cracking himself up and kept saying “that dog needs a bone! He’s barking because he lost his bone!”. I had a great time that night, even if we were playing to only about 20 people or so. Now I can say “I played drums with Jonathan Richman”.

I saw Jonathan a couple years later when I went to see another Jesse DeNatale show, and he remembered me right away, which I totally wasn’t expecting. He’s a super nice guy and a great personality.

I’d love to go see him play at the Make Out Room!

This one we liked because in a way it kind of sums up everything great about both the Mission and Jonathan. Plus it mentions Jesse DeNatale, who was definitely in the crowd last night. Congrats, Joe!

Night two was right up there with night one. Jonathan and Tommy played a new song that goes “The country scares me to death / Any place where John Deere tractors are more important than dancing scares me to death.” Amen. Tonight is night three, and Sherri will be attending. She entered our contest, and here is her winning entry:

Because I can still sing Corner Store after all these years? No, prob not good enough… How about that the combo of he and Minor Threat (dated myself there) got me thru San Diego State as one of the lone skatepunks in a school of blonde frat boys & valley girl wanna-be’s? And that just reading his name made me light up with a fond memory smile… time to revisit an old friend.

We liked this one because we like that she associates Jonathan with Minor Threat. And we’re really into skate punks this week. And we like revisiting old friends. Congrats, Sherri!

Photo from last night’s performance by Bedtime Champ.

Yesterday, Petals in the Gazebo published a pleasant feature on the murals of Balmy Alley. It explains that the diversity of the murals is indicative of the diversity of the neighborhood as a whole, and concludes with the following:

[T]ake a peak through the knot-hole of a mural-painted fence and you’ll see and old car supported on blocks or a latino washing his truck or a patio table and chairs.

So how ’bout it? What other things of note have you seen whilst spying on your neighbors through a knothole? Link.

Photo by Zurdo Go.

Mission Mission pal Malcolm M. hipped us to this short documentary about a new trend born on the streets of the Mission District. Anybody tried it yet?

Previously on Mission Mission:

Skate-Punk Poetry Overheard Outside the Nice Lady Store

Girl with vomit on her sleeve asks, “So are you a bouncer or something?”

“Yeah–” [proudly fires off list of a dozen area clubs at which he bounces]

“Cool.”