My First Earthquake at the Make-Out Room Saturday

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Mike Monteiro is one of the best reasons to use Twitter, and look at this, he likes a band we like!

Previously:

My First Earthquake

Monteiro on Calf-Toned Marina Hoochies in the Mission

Film Fundraiser Starring Jonathan Richman

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Sunday May 31, Lincart Gallery hosts a fundraiser for a new movie by Miles Montalbano, director of Revolution Summer (set in the Mission) and the Jonathan Richman concert film Take Me To The Plaza. Also on the bill are Ralph Carney (of Gaucho) and some other people.

The Tiki Men

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“Twelve Dusty Diamonds” by The Tiki Men is one of my favorite records of all time. It is wall to wall gems, mostly instrumentals, recorded roughly. It is raw and exuberant in a way unlike anything else I’ve ever heard, like a gang of friends partying hearty in 100-degree Sacramento backyard heat. You can still get it from Hillsdale Records.

Most of the songs are covers, but the originals are credited to one “Micah K.” Last week, I read Micah Kennedy’s obituary in Sacramento’s Midtown Monthly. Read it here, and be sure to stick around for the comments. There are links to mp3s of some of Micah’s stuff, and the flood of memories and corny jokes warms the heart.

The other day I made a crack about not having hometown pride. But I do. I grew up in Sacramento, home of the Tiki Men.

After the jump is a Q&A I did with Micah’s band mate Tim for a fanzine called Noises From The Garage 10 years ago:

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Graffiti Vs. Billboards

In last week’s I Heart Street Art, we heard from a street artist called Eddie with an interesting take on why he does what he does:

It’s a matter of public space. Whose space is it? That’s a big issue for me. You walk through the city and it’s more and more dominated by advertising. It’s getting to a point where there’s no blank space. You go to take a piss in a bar and there’s an ad. So you put a sticker on it. There’s a conversation going on out there. Most of it is talking at you; it’s not a dialogue. So whether I’m invited or not, I’m gonna participate in the conversation.

I’ve been thinking about that all week, so this week I talk more about the dialogue, and I make fun of Davis:

I Heart Street Art: Street Art Vs. Corporate Advertising

Missioni Missioni

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Plug1 and Plug2 of WHATIMSEEING DOT COM are in Paris right now, and they just sent over this shot of my new favorite boutique.

Also, check out a rare post showcasing work by Plug2.

Everybody's Been To Flour + Water But Me

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flour and water pizza

Mission Cycling was there.

Beer + Nosh was there.

Nice Day for a Slip

Photo by everyday photos.

Mailbox Tipping

I always thought these bad boys were bolted down. What gives?

Photo by eviloars.

Previously:

Trash Tipping

Skate Plaza Rendered

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Designs are in! I can’t wait for them to actually build it so they can then render it a lot like this for the next Tony Hawk game. Please tell me you’ll be able to enter Zeitgeist and shred the picnic tables.

DLX has tons more images here. Folks sound happy about it in the comments: “this is going to be the dopest thing to hit the city since koston at hubba.”

Previously:

Million Dollar Skate Park

Pesky Medians

Olivia wasn’t drunk, she swears. Be careful when crossing Guerrero, kids.

On the bright side, Olivia, now you’re totally undercover badass.

Allan Hough

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Email: allanhough@gmail

Website: http://allanhough.bandcamp.com

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