Mission Mission

Everything is better with bacon on it. Blogs are no exception.

Thanks, Plebiscite and Burrito Justice!

As Becca puts it, “Guatemalan wall; international truth.”

Oh, and, I’m very excited about the new Heartless Bastards album, out tomorrow.

At Artists’ Television Access tonight, Vimeo Community Manager Blake Whitman screens a selection of films originally produced for viewing on the internet. Expect it to be like a screening of YouTube videos, only less dumb and with better picture quality. Link. (Thanks, Eric!)

Joanie Park recommends this installment of Cat and Girl. Good advice?

Note that this is an excerpt. See the whole thing here.

Back in June of 1995, a fucking fire engine fucking jumped the curb and fucking took out a fucking cafe. From the Chronicle coverage:

A popular Mission District cafe was wrecked yesterday after two San Francisco fire engines collided in an intersection and one sailed into the restaurant’s front windows.

Eight firefighters were injured in the crash and were taken to hospitals. The accident occurred at 5:36 p.m. and tied up traffic in the area for hours.

“It was like an action movie,” said Brent Coffin, 27, who has worked as a cook for three years at the demolished Radio Valencia at the corner of 23rd and Valencia streets. “There was a huge ka-boom, with glass and water from the hoses flying in all directions.”

Link. “Sailed.” Holy Moses!

Thanks, zinzin, for the tip and the badass photo!

Badass photo by Liz Hafalia, I think.

Full text of the report after the jump, just in case that link is some kind of temporary file or something (document begins with “$temp$”):

Update: Better link. (Thanks, Max!)

SF Citizen just ruined my afternoon with this thing, so I figured I’d share the wealth. Click here if god forbid you want to see it way bigger. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna go make a pizza.

Subtlety in Excess just shone a nice spotlight on the photography of Dizzy Atmosphere. Dizzy’s photostream is four decades of street scenes and portraits from the Mission, Greater San Francisco and beyond. Peruse it for a gnarly series on house movers in the Western Addition, tons of great portraits of San Franciscans out on the street, and artful compositions as far as the eye can see.

Original Subtlety in Excess post is here, and note that though they’re headquartered in New York, they took some photos of their own in the Mission recently. See them here.

What, like because of the vomit? Thanks to our friends at Noe Valley, SF for sending this over.

While we’re on the topic, I recently learned that a Korean euphemism for barfing is to “make a pizza,” and I’d really like this to catch on here in the states. Who’s in?

Previously:

Barfing Buddy Facilitates Flirtation

Out Late in the Mission: Ass Kickings, Vomit and More!

Please just go see for yourself.

Related:

God Gives Me The Finger

Last month, we asked readers to identify the sound of the Mission. Emily and others suggested that it might be beloved but long-gone punk band Hickey.

Hickey is my new favorite band. Largely due to a couple things: 1.) The above picture of a group of their fans watching them perform at Mission Records in 1996, and 2.) the Voodoo Glow Skulls controversy:

Probe records released a 7″ which was made to look as if it were a split between Hickey and the Voodoo Glow Skulls. On one side of the 7″ was the Hickey song “Food Stamps and Drink Tickets” and the other side members of Hickey played the trumpet that was stolen from Voodoo Glow Skulls over the answering machine messages left by Voodoo Glow Skulls members and Epitaph Records employees demanding the return of the instrument. The 7″ also falsely had the Epitaph Records logo on the back as Epitaph had no official part in the release.

According to the zine included with the 7″ the two bands played together at the now closed Nile Theater in Mesa, Arizona. Matty Luv, singer of Hickey, made disparaging remarks about Epitaph Records and the commercialization of punk. After members of both bands had a confrontation, the Voodoo Glow Skulls convinced the venue owner to eject Hickey without pay. In response, Hickey stole the trumpet in question out of the Voodoo Glow Skulls van.

After receiving threatening messages on their answering machine, Hickey filled the trumpet with pudding and returned it.

Lucky for us, somebody is maintaining a site dedicated to Matty Luv’s memory, on which are archived mp3s of pretty much the entire Hickey catalog, including the aforementioned split single. The Hickey side is a keeper, but the Voodoo Glow Skulls side is simply astonishing. I’d transcribe some of the lunacy, but you’ve really just got to hear it for yourself.

Matty Luv memorial website is here. Hickey discography is here. Or go directly to the jawbreakingly hysterical “Voodoo Glow Skulls Death Threats” here.

Note that the Voodoo Glow Skulls are playing Slim’s tonight as part of the Ska Is Dead Tour.

“Hickey @ Mission Records – 1996″ photo by Dave Morffy.