Seriously, go see the Gooch Palms this Sunday

Here’s the first song off their LP, Novo’s:

Doesn’t this rule? I saw them at the Hemlock last fall, after seeing this video on Tumblr somewhere — and I seriously cried when they played this song. (I was going through some stuff, but whatever.) There’s only two of them, but they sound they manage to put forth is sooooo big and gnarly and sweet.

They’re playing at the Chapel this Sunday night, and it will surely be a night to remember.

The art of picking up your fare *in the middle of a bustling intersection*


Ralph Carney, of the BoJack Horseman theme song, performs tonight at the Chapel, no cover

Here’s the epic full length version of “BoJack’s Theme”:

Ralph plays all those horns — and tonight he’ll be playing a bunch of horns as part of The Tedtones. Here’s the deal:

The TedTones are a group of Bay Area musicians from various genres that have joined together in their common love of jump blues, roots, and jive. For listening, dancing or just plain fun, they are capturing audiences everywhere.

Ralph Carney (Tom Waits, Tin Huey)—reeds & horns; Ted Savarese (Drizzoletto, Octomutt)—guitar & vocal; Randy O’Dell (The Cottontails, GG Amos)—drums; Mike Groh (Hot Club of SF, Gaucho)—guitar; Sam Rocha (Hot Club of SF)—bass.

It’s free and all ages and starts at 8pm.

Do read our own Vic Wong’s epic interview with Ralph Carney, which includes talk of BoJack, Tom Waits, the Shaggs, St. Vincent, and Nic Cage yelling at his kid.

A rather conservative outfit

This is Snezana, featured last week on the local fashion blog SF Looks. Here’s what she has to say about her look:

Today my outfit is rather conservative. I usually like layering bold prints and colors (often ugly ones), but I am slowly shifting towards incorporating white, off white and black. I’m interested in 30s shapes and 80s avant garde, ethnic garments and Uzbek tribal jewelry, loose fit and excessive amounts of fabric, vintage military accessories and 50s statement hats.

I too have always been into vintage military accessories. As a little kid I toted around my grandpa’s war compass everywhere I went, until some fun-hating neighbor told my mom it was probably a little bit radioactive.


Small but charming studio in the Mission, $2500 a month

[via Tessa]

“Stay weird, San Carlos Street”

So says our pal Emily, on her ‘gram of this art piece and/or trash heap on San Carlos this afternoon.

Airbnb’s campaign headquarters are on Mission Street

Why does Airbnb need a campaign headquarters you ask? Why, because they’re running for President of the New World Order, of course!

Capp Street Crap was on the scene:

The battle against a Nov. 3 ballot initiative to put the reins on vacation rentals will be led from the corner of 20th and Mission streets.

This afternoon, supporters of Airbnb-sponsored San Francisco for Everyone were busy cleaning windows on the former T-Mobile space at 2401 Mission St. Desks had already been set up inside, although a woman working outside told me their campaign office won’t officially open there until August 15.

Read on for lots more on the space and the campaign itself.

I’m gonna do a post every day this week about how you should see the Gooch Palms this Sunday at the Chapel

You should see the Gooch Palms this Sunday at the Chapel.

(I’ll delve deeper in the coming days, but for now, just believe me.)

24th Street BART, 1970

[via Old SF and sarah]

Maybe you need an Amos Goldbaum hat

Get one from Amos himself out on the sidewalk someplace, or at Outside Lands in Golden Gate Park this weekend, or here on the website.

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission

[Photo by Sexpigeon, Homestead, 2009]