Mission Mission

This fellow set up shop on the corner on both Saturday and Sunday this past weekend playing his amplified lute for all to hear.  The music seemed to captivate all who heard it, as passers-by would stop for a few moments to listen to the eerie progressions.  Rather than the go-to “Play some Skynyrd” that usually accompanies loosely-organized performances, inebriated patrons instead compelled to “Play some Greensleeves, bro!”

While not as furious as the Ferocious Few, for instance, you’ve got to hand it to this busker for his resilience.  Perhaps there’s a Renaissance Fair nearby where he can find his soul mate.  In the meantime, I’m gonna go and listen to some Dragon Warrior NES music.

UPDATE!!!! I am an “expert” at world music and this a West African Kora, not a medieval lute.

This could be cool: Mission Comics is offering credit for your used graphic novels in a new rental program. After all, who can afford to purchase 6 massive volumes of Akira just to find out you still don’t know what the fuck it’s about?

I would participate, but I keep all my comics in double-polybags with non-acidic backing boards in a humidity-controlled vault, so “reading them” is not really an option.

Get the details over at Mission Comics.

There’s something to be said for being honest and up front about being a total creep.

[via lurkskatesf]

The always-astute Mr. Eric Sir is not too happy that a scale replica of SF’s Palace of Fine Arts has been erected as Ariel’s digs, instead of it’s usual function as a wedding photo backdrop, meeting place for alcatraz escapees, and place to fall in love with alleged axe murderers:

Disney’s decision to commercialize a scale model of the Palace of Fine Arts must not be tolerated. This move is clearly a middle-finger to San Francisco, a city which is serious about protesting the commercialization of public property. But we do enjoy irony, which is why the Walt Disney Family Museum is located on public land.

Uh, can I get a “hell yeah”? Read on.

Speaking of “erected”, ever notice how many boners are on the Little Mermaid cover art?

Someone must have been so amped to see DJ Avalos at Oldies Night tonight that they couldn’t bother with finding a parking space. Well, that and they also crazily reversed into the building and very nearly caused several instances of vehicular manslaughter. Of particular intrigue is the fact that no substances seemed to be involved.  No, this was sober driving at its worst.

According to our own Mike Chino who was one of those almost struck, “it came out of nowhere, very suddenly.” We’re very happy that Mike’s knees are still intact, and we implore the driver, who drove away 30 minutes later after a lengthy conversation with police, to please learn how to drive a car.

Our pals at Noise Pop recently launched a new regular feature on their website called Town Crier where they get their pals to write guest posts about the local music scene or music in general. This week, they were lucky enough to get yours truly to investigate the local emo scene (which, as we all know, centers around Diary AKA “Emo Night” at Pop’s, which is celebrating its second anniversary this Saturday night). Here’s how it starts:

I never got into emo. Friends in high school were into it, but I just didn’t get it. Years went by, and you stopped hearing about it so much. I thought maybe emo was a thing of the past—and then one night a couple years back somebody invited me to something called “Emo Night at Pop’s.” I liked Pop’s pretty well, so I went, and it was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was a roomful of kids drinking cheap beer (seemed pretty familiar up to this point I guess) and shouting along to every single word in every single song the DJ played. With such joy on their faces, every one of them. I drank some beer and nodded my head, but I couldn’t shout along. I felt so left out.

Read on for the rest of my emotional story, plus Q&A’s with Diary co-founder Patric Fallon and a real live San Francisco emo kid, and some epic emo videos!

RSVP and invite your friends here.

Hey drunk dude, we get it, you’re not a fan of Ben E. King. That’s no reason to crush yourself with a piano. There’s plenty left to live for.

This is going to be a blast. Music, food, fun. Decent weather. People actually making the trek over to Potrero del Sol for once. (Now, the question still remains: When the hell will somebody bring a decent concert lineup to Dolores? Right?? But I don’t want to be a Negative Nattles; Phono del Sol will certainly suffice for now. It’s gonna be a blast!)

RSVP and invite your friends here.

Tiny Telephone is a world-renowned recording studio located right here in the Mission, right around the corner from Potrero del Sol. Last week, I stopped by and caught Moe Meguro screwing around between takes. I sure love Weezer.

Moe Meguro’s Kickstarter campaign still needs $90 more btw — and it ends in 11 hours!