Mission Mission

It’s Sunday morning and I don’t know about you, but I often need the right song to get my Sunday started. I’ve done my best to provide you with some options for what song best fits your Sunday morning experience, which can vary greatly. Please choose one or add better selections in the comments.

I woke up with this song in my head, it’s good if you’re keeping it sleepy, maybe staying in bed and looking out the window a bit before getting up.

Dear Nora – “Here We Come Around”

But what if you really need to get pumped up, get the blood flowing for a rollicking Sunday. Maybe this will help.

Kanye West & Jay Z – “No Church in the Wild”

Okay, so those might not do it for you today. What if you’re really hungover and can’t really think or read or see anything and you kind of feel really emotional right now guys and just want to wallow a little and feel nostalgic?

Radiohead – “Creep”

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I had a Brass Monkey (malt liquor + OJ) the other night at DJ Jamie Jams’ Beastie Boys-themed party in the Lower Haight, and it was pretty good. Poor man’s mimosa.

But right now, Stella and Shannon are drinking them in the yard outside my office, and they look REAL good. And the story holds up: Shannon says she picked up the habit last summer in Oakland (poor man’s SF). Anyway, these two both proclaim this summer BRASS MONKEY SUMMER and who are we to argue? #brassmonkeysummer

[Photos by JustStella]

Drink of the week is brought to you by Poachedjobs.com.

And we won’t get to see these amazing flyers or dance to the best soul grooves in town anymore!  Or so he threatens.

Best not to risk it.  See ya there!

He also tells the story about the first time he ever met Jay:

I first met Jay when he was 17 years old. He booked us a gig at Barristers, the line up was The Spaceshits, Deadly Snakes and Reatards. When we showed up in Memphis it looked like a ghost town. Skid Marks (drummer of the spaceshits) has always  been a magnet for scum bags and immediately befriended a one armed man who had just come out of prison. They disappeared in search for some weed.

When Jay showed up he told me that he had just gotten engaged to be married. He also apologized about the lack of people at the show in advance, the reason was simple… “everyone hates us in this town.”  There were 4 people in the audience that night, Greg Oblivian and the dudes from Impala. But the show went on and it was great fun. Later that night everyone went to Greg’s house to hang and listen to records and Carson Binks (Legend of San Fran), Skid Marks and I decided to go for a Memphis adventure with Jay.

We drove around crazy ghettos in search of drugs. All we wanted was a little weed, none of us wanted any of the countless crack offers not even Jay. We parked at a gas station for some cigarettes and when we were getting back into the car i remember all these crack heads coming out of nowhere asking me for a smoke. They were crawling towards us like true zombies and even continued to follow the car in slow motion as we drove away. It really felt like George A. Romero was somewhere around the corner. Jay spoke of these crackheads with a sense of pride which was followed by pure hatred. He was really into showing us the nitty gritty of his city.

Read on!

[Photo via Pork Magazine]

It’s too early in the morning for my mental faculties to discern whether or not this is a joke, but according to the seller:

The rent is too high. You’re too educated to ignore that you’re part of the problem, but you’re not about to move. Find compromise in this high fashion accessory.

Send orders/hatemail to rentraiser@gmail.com.

This guy is lost! He’s Morris and he’s quite famous on Tumblr. More importantly, he escaped from a home near 17th and Bryant and he’s on the loose in a strange city. (He’s a New Yorker in town for a wedding.)

Please find him!

UPDATE: Found!